Freezing my butt off writing in an unheated ger at 3 am Julia Hubbel

The High-Flying Life of an International Journalist/Adventure Traveler

Or, the sweet smell of raw sewage, and other pleasures of the road

The early morning Mongolian sun is rising beyond the helter-skelter towers that have popped up like butt-ugly mushrooms against the skies here in Ulaan Bataar, the capital. At barely 6:30 am, the traffic is just a few minutes before…