For every thrill of victory, there's also tragedy of defeat. This is a photo of a jumping mishap when my foot landed right into a fricking marmot hole, and I had to do a shoulder roll to prevent myself from eating a mouthful of Mongolian dirt. During the entire trip, I'd been trying repeatedly to find and eat a traditional dish called boodog, which is a marmot carcass filled with hot rocks (Unfortunately it wasn't marmot season). So I suppose they were trying to send me a message. But I shall have my revenge!
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