(Softcover Edition) This book is about the 9 1/2 weeks I spent traveling through Mongolia, by horse and by hitchhiking, in the summer of 1993. This was a few months after the withdrawal of Communist control from the former Soviet Union. I was eighteen years old. There was no email, and no Internet we now know it. I could not contact my parents or my family for two months, and they had no way to know whether I was alive or dead. I was alone but never alone, as I was accompanied by Mongolian friends and voluntary caretakers almost anywhere I went - and whether I liked it or not. The book is comprised of slightly edited versions of the journal I kept, and the letters I wrote, at that time. It is meant to communicate what everyday life in Mongolia was like, through the eyes of a lone American teenager.