Having acquired some kind of cold in Marrakech, I’ve started to cough. I hoped that good food and the warm air would snuff it out before it (and I) became a nuisance. No such luck. I awake today to begin a two-day mountain trek with a full-blown hacking cough.
A solitary settlement amidst the low dunes of the Gobi Desert, just outside Dalanzadgad, Mongolia. All the essentials (left to right): mean guard dog (who chased our Hummer),…