Six students from the University of Pittsburgh Honors College trek across Mongolia in search of illumination, perspective, and the perfect cup of Yak-milk tea.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

"Errata bo batta fo nanna fo fatta"
- Aristotle.

    Hello, all.
    I should warn you, this post is 100% content-free. If you are content to know that I am safe, happy, and well-fed in Mongolia, read no further.
    And now, intrepid (read: bored) reader, brace yourself for a content-free post. No touching insights into the perspectives gained by travel, no life-lessons, and most importantly: few references to illegally-tight Russian pants.
    While rummaging through my backpack yesterday, I found a scrap of paper that has apparently been in my backpack since the first semester of sophomore year. Some of you will recognize this one:
I have a robot
He is a know-bot
He knows lots of things
He likes row boats
He likes to row rowboats
And when he rows he likes to sing
La la la, he says
La la la, he says
And then he falls into the water and explodes.
    Don't say I didn't warn you. Well, everything here is fine. Just thought I'd post on this here travelblogue(ha!). Til next time.