This was the actual cup of Kymys that I gulped down, which left me hideously nauseous, stuffed up, and itching everywhere. Bad times.
A charred sheep’s head on a stick. You know, the usual.
A horse race on the jailoo
A lone shepherd on the jailoo
Kymys being left out in the sun to ferment. They were worried it wasn’t upsetting enough yet.
A lot of open space on the jailoo. You can see a couple yurts down below. The yurt I stayed in is way in the distance, on the shoreline.
I followed a shepherd up into the mountain. He’s on the left.