Tsagaan Suvraga, Mongolia
I woke again with first light, and dragged my chilled, sleeping bag clad body to the stove, cursing myself for not leaving any starting material handy by for this moment. Having picked the longer bits of grass and wood off the dehydrated cuddles I set a match to a small starting teepee and coaxed a couple of the driest cuddles into life, soon sitting back to admire the roaring inferno which was starting to work against the chill. I looked around for a round of ap...