I lived a ger in Yarmag for nine months over 2004-2005 (including winter) with my hitch hiking pal Jennie.
We bought our ger from the Black Market (Naran Tuul Zac) and built it in the hasha (yard) of a friend’s family.
We had no running water or electricity, collected well water from down the street and bought coal and wood to help look after our three dogs and horse.
It was hard and tough, and rewarding and invigorating. It made you appreciate the people around you and all the little things you usually take for granted.
Our friend’s mother became our Mongolian mother – our Mongol eej.