(Camel not included.)
Within minutes of the terrified goat arriving by motorbike, it was lying on the ground, dead, and the skin was being peeled off and the entrails pulled out.
The still-warm goat was then cut into chunks, and thrown, together with preheated rocks, into a big metal canister, which was tightly sealed. Two of the heads of the extended family then kick-rolled it backwards and forwards between them, until the meat was properly barbecued/pressure cooked.
Dinner was then served. But, as we all know, 3 people + 5 people really = 25 people in Mongolia, so we were suddenly surrounded by people who had apparated out of thin air. (See below.)
