Moron

I am in a dusty, 12 horse, 3000 dog town called Moron, meaning big river in Mongolian. It's about 30 hrs driving northwest of UB. I am safe, I am well, I'm as dirty as a cur. Apparently the comments function on this damn blog is malfunctioning, or something. But the connection here at the post office, the only building in town that has electricity, is too slow for me to try to fix it at the moment. I'd rather go to the market and look for some Soviet era clothing, as it snowed yesterday, and I'm a wee bit cold. Thanks for the emails friends. I was ridiculously excited to check my inbox, after only 3 days!