With winter setting in I spent a few weeks traveling across Siberia from Moscow to Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. Five days felt more like 10 in the cramped quarters of the Trans-Siberian railway. There was little to do but read and look out upon a vast landscape getting colder by the day. I spent three days sick in Krasnoyarsk, Russia which turned out to be a nice respite from my cabin bunk and drunk Russians. When I arrived Mongolia, I set out into the country to visit a couple Buddhist monasteries and to stay with a nice family on their farm. We couldn't communicate very well, but Jakal (the father) and I played a lot of chess. Though competitive, his winning was rarely in doubt. These are a few of my favorite pictures from the trip.