Just because there's a line on the map doesn't mean there's a road.

There is a reason the Tour de France isn't in Mongolia. This place was built as a test ground for four wheel drives. If there ever in my life were a time that I wished I'd had a hummer it would be now. Needless to say I've been walking my bike a lot.
But it is still worth it. The views are incredible. The sky goes on uninturupted like no place I've ever seen before. The days that I'm up past ten o'clock I'm treated to unreal sunsets that belong on posters that say 'Jesus loves you'. And along the dirt tracks, glistening vodka bottles tossed out the window by truck drivers add a little sparkle to my day. I'm also having fun startling goats and sheep with my Taiwanese recycling truck horn. Despite the shortcomings of my phrasebook, everyone is very friendly and I'm often invited into gers for bowls of warm milk and the odd unidentifyable meat product.
I'm currently in Kharhorin. Now it is just a cluster of about 30 cement buildings tucked at the end of a large valley. But once it was the famed capital of Chinggis Khan's empire. Im aiming to be in Tsetserleg in a few days. There, I hope I can post photos. For now you can just go out and rent (or download) "The story of the weeping camel" for a visual.