I informed Margarita during breakfast that we would be going out for a bit. "Where are we going?" She took a big bite of bread and looked slightly melancholic. I glanced at the old man briefly before turning my attention back to Margarita. "Hatgal." "What?" She had stopped chewing. "We're going to Hatgal to buy a sheep shearing machine and order wood for the ranch's fence." Margarita looked at the old man. After that, she finished the rest of her food in two bites and attempted to speak in a calm voice. "Then you're not coming back, Kano? How far is Hatgal, do you know?" With that, she pushed her chair back and hurried outside. Thirty seconds later, Eto came running back, remembering something. I enjoyed airag every day after my meal...

Did I ever tell you about Margarita Alvarez? The poor Spanish girl who rode a horse across the vast Mongolian desert, traversed unfamiliar landscapes, and spent lazy summer afternoons sitting on sheep pens, the girl who listened to Mongolian folktales from her grandfather and sipped warm airag under a blanket on cold winter nights in Konkan! Both Dadu and I became characters in Margarita's fairy tale. She offered me the position of a foreman at their Niswang Ranch. But that was just a title! I wasn't a foreman; I was an old man's only son and Margarita's companion through countless adventures! I loved that girl dearly. However, you know, there's a 'but'. I can never tie myself down to anyone. During the service, I cultivated barley in a tw...

"What do you do when you're feeling really sad, brother?" Tan inquired. I replied, "I can't handle sadness well at all, brother. I sprawl out with my limbs spread, wanting to cry, but the tears don't come. I can't shed a tear, so the sadness keeps piling up." "I can relate to that a lot... Well, have I ever told you about Amirkhan Omarov?" Tan asked. "Oh, just a bit. I spent two weeks in their village near the Russian border of Seva. He insisted that I attend the 'Golden Eagle Festival' in the Altai mountain valley. Haha! Fate works in mysterious ways. If I hadn't followed his advice, everything would have been different!" "Destiny doesn't play with us, Tan; we're playing for it, part of a big match. Don't be saddened by destiny, because...

There aren't many cities in Mongolia, a land known for being one of the least densely populated countries on Earth. Its villages stand as symbols of isolation, scattered across a landscape of thrilling canyons, picturesque valleys, and enchanting open wilderness. When these villages were established, possibly centuries ago when the Great Khan's influence roamed the world, they chose the most captivating spots—be it a mountain spring or the Hatuzal river. Each village nestles along the verdant meadows of the desert, where the horizon is adorned with the elegant white, green, or golden-green crests of hills, cloaked in cloud covers. And at the base of these slopes, countless yaks, horses, sheep, and donkeys graze. Mongolia boasts a sheep popu...