The day before, Delia was bucked off a semiwild Naadam racehorse. It bolted away, leaving her alone to wander the eerily quiet, but blazing hot, Mongolian steppe. That happened on day 4 of a grueling, ...
I will miss my missing cobbler friend. I hope he is alive. I have locked the image of the cobbler sitting beneath the banyan tree in my memory. It will stay there forever ...