It turns out that the yurt's state is basically of a glorified tent. There's nothing to do here and it's far from complete - still a construction site. I throw my blanket on the cleanest looking bit of floor and do the only thing I can for entertainment: leave.
It's wonderful. The whole way here on the train I had an extended panic attack about death, but walking thought empty dirt roads in the pitch night I'm calm and unafraid in a way that I can't readily remember having been. Read more »