Walking the expo, I heard this odd humming sound…kind of a melodic gargle. Turning the corner, lo, there before me
was a throat singer of Tuva. Man could this guy, um, throat
sing.
Great guy, too. Chatted for a bit with the folks here doing package trips to Mongolia, a place that has piqued my
interest lately, especially with the story of the guy who golfed Mongolia on
foot. They’d heard of him, but said it was better to travel by jeep.