The thought’s that come to me…
November 22, 2005Sitting here after dinner, unable to speak, I ponder on many things. I think of the many memories of Mongolia, both sweet and bitter, and I reflect on how this place has changed me. I go back home forever different, better in someways, worse in others, but changed in a whole. I have new experinces I will take to the grave, and those experices both enrich and haunt me. I will never forget Juul, the horses, the camels, the camp, getting mugged, everything.
