This is what my friends and I fondly called Yurtville. I spent one night in a yurt a couple of years ago, when I vacationed in Inner Mongolia over China’s National Day holiday, in early October.
Early October, where I come from, can be a bit chilly, but in Inner Mongolia it is FUH-REEZING, especially if you’re staying in the grasslands. The kind of cold where you sleep with seven people in a yurt, all packed together like sardines, while wearing three layers of clothing.
In the evening, before going to sleep, we had “traditional entertainment” that turned into sort of a rave. There was fireworks, techno music, and lots of beer. It was amazing.
In the morning they served a whole lamb for breakfast, and I thought I would throw up, and then they served us this customary alcohol, and I REALLY thought I would throw up.
