Sounds of chewing and sipping jostled with the smell of dirt, meat and alcohol in the stationary car. “You like Mongol girls?” the grinning, weathered man asked from the front-seat. “Erm. Tza, Tza [sure, yeah],” I replied. The other two men chuckled, one topping up everyone else’s cup. After thumbing through my pocket English-Mongol dictionary and much …
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