The juxtaposition of the traditional Mongolian Ger (yurt) and the modern motorcycle is something you can see throughout Mongolia. I guess it's just not practical anymore to ride your horse everywhere.

The vastness of this once mighty nation evokes thoughts of hordes of horseback warriors preparing to launch their next assault. The occasional ger or two doting the landscape only serving to reinforce the nomadic lifestyle that has carried on here for centuries.

This waterfall is 10m wide and 20m tall. Traveling on primarily dirt roads, there were plenty of times where it seemed like there were three or four parallel tracks that intersected and criss-crossed every which way. Even getting closer to this waterfall, there were a huge number of rocks and it seemed more so like a random navigation until we reached a protective fenced and walked in from there.

Driving to the Orkhon Waterfall was pretty interesting. As you get closer, you start seeing these rocks dot the landscape everywhere. All dirt roads of course.

Driving through Hustai National Park, home to the last remaining truly wild horse, the Takhi (Przewalski horse). At 50,600 ha of land, it's a sizable chunk of land set aside to preserve and foster this endangered animal. As is typical in Mongolia, the steppe is vast and green. Even though traffic isn't an issue here, there's always several sets of dirt road tracks next to each other.