It's been a week and a half since I got to Ulaanbaatar. I thought, before I got here, that I was mentally prepared for Mongolia (or as I like to call it, the Wild East - yes, I know it doesn't have quite the same ring to it as "wild west," get over it). Who knows, maybe I was. Mentally. On a visceral level, though, I don't think I knew what I was getting myself into.