Mongolia🇲🇳Realizing I missed my calling, being a cowboy!

The next day was possibly the most beautiful of my trip. We had earned complete freedom with our horses from the guide, and the English guy and I used it to first drive a young yak a few hundred meters away from its family with our horses (then he was allowed to happily hop back before we get the World Wildlife Fund on our case), only to realize an hour later that we had lost a sweater and a slipper while yak-driving, so the two of us were allowed to gallop half an hour there and half an hour back: what an ultimate feeling of freedom. We let our horses drink from an idyllic river so they had enough energy to later lead a group of 300 sheep up the hill with our horses. If I could choose my profession again, it would definitely be a cowboy!

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