Mongolia is the land closest to my heart. I dwelled among nomads and slept in a yurt, not for research, but to ‘take it easy.’ I relaxed my body and mind in that land. It was nothing dramatic; I just ate, slept, climbed a mountain, and sang, though I made some mistakes in my routines, such as getting saddle sore from riding. These five volumes record the glorious summer days of my first visit to Mongolia.
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