The Khiimori Journal
Stories from the steppe — culture, craft, spirit, and the landscapes that shape them.
I went to Naadam in Ulaanbaatar last summer. Three hours of traffic to get there. Then slow movement…
Read more →Every year thousands of tourists fly to Ulaanbaatar for Naadam. They watch wrestling in a stadium. They watch…
Read more →Most people land in Ulaanbaatar and immediately try to get out of it. The city feels wrong to…
Read more →The DMs started before I had a company. I was posting from Mongolia, from Buryatia, from the steppe,…
Read more →Most people who go to Mongolia see a version of it. A packaged version — all cleaned up,…
Read more →Someone will tell you khiimori means Wind Horse. Maybe you already read it. Google it right now and…
Read more →Okay so this is going to sound like a cliché. I know it is. But I need to…
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