what's in a name

The title of this blog beat out six other rivals; including the likes of: Camel Soup, Ranting Camel, and The Camel. I have no special predilection for dromedaries, although it may seem so by the looks of my choice of titles. It just so happens that these strange and fascinating creatures inhabit my host country, and thereby become a working (yet boarder-line-strained) symbol for Mongolia. As for the thirsty part, well, you can take the meaning of that word anywhere you'd like. But it's a condition we've all felt at least once before.

The purpose of this log is simply that. A log. A log on the internet for people to read and enjoy. So my job is to make it as enjoyable as possible. And hopefully it will also be meaningful. I’d like to think that what I post will be good enough so that when you finish and go back to whatever you were doing before, this will have added to your day. In reality, though, I just hope you make it past the first paragraph.

Because what you will find in here is just the life I’m living within the context of my surroundings. Mongolia happens to be the backdrop from which my experiences, lessons, stories and revelations will occur for the time being. And in the fashion of a good old human being, I long to share those experiences et all with other human beings. Even if they aren’t really worth logging in the first place.

For example:

It is impossible to find recipes that specifically call for camel meat. You can Google it, you can scour recipe books, you can go ask your grandmother, but I am telling you that they do not exist. There is a hoax recipe for “stuffed camel,” but that’s it. And it is a tragedy because camel meat is dang good. Granted, this is coming from someone who has eaten bugs and enjoyed it. May all the vegetarians (and picky eaters alike) now gag.



Inspiring, captivating, gag reflex inducing. This is Thirsty Camel.