I was yesterday in the shamanic section of black market of UB.  Jew’s harps more expensive than Europe, drums with this cheap Chinese touch, kitsch and sadness. I was thinking I am not going to support this poaching business, I am not going to buy that sort of objects from the market. I should have patience, I thought, and wait for them to be found, like the antlers I found in forest of Romania few weeks ago. But what is my chance to find eagle feather here, I thought yesterday ? Today, we took San Pedro and climbed into the thunderstorm on top of Bogd Khan, one of three most sacred mountains of Mongolia. We were soaked in the biggest rain of this summer in Ulaan Bator , but I found entire eagle, fresh kill, by fox, most likely.