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n a sunny autumn afternoon three months into his journey around central Mongolia, Graham Taylor takes a break in Arkhangai province to rest and feed his horses, Samson, at left, and Goliath. Graham often enjoyed the solitude and wide open spaces that epitomise life on the Mongolian steppe. The freedom to travel under cobalt-blue skies in virtually any direction, unimpeded by fences or private property, is the magic of exploring this vast country. |
