I still don't know how I ended up in Inner Mongolia. I applied for a teaching abroad summer position at the request of my graduate program - you know just to say that someone did - and the next thing I know I'm on a plane to Asia. Needless to say after the bicycle, a camel (affectionately named "Homer"), a rickshaw (in terrifying traffic), peeing in a yurt, sledding down a sand dune in the dessert and riding a Mongolian horse through the grasslands there were tears. As a self proclaimed adventurer I would try to deny this but wont - mostly because my dear friend and travel partner would blab anyway. Yes, yes... I was the silly American crying on the horse being rescued by the under age Mongolian cowboy! This while Chinese tourists mimicked my crying and made fun, but what can I say - I did it! Mongolia was like nothing I'd ever seen or done. Every sensory channel awake, alive and ready...and eventually no more tears but a sense of knowing I could and wanting to do it again.