We went to a traditional Mongolian country wedding last night. It was a good time, but not an experience I care to repeat soon. You are pretty much forced to drink copious amounts of vodka, airag (fermented mare milk, vile beyond description..) and mongolian vodka (distilled airag). The snuff bottle that the men pass around certainly didn't help the hangover this morning either. I was also coerced into singing. This was difficult because I don't actually know the complete lyrics to anything other than "Happy Birthday". It wasn't pretty...
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