Yes, Mongolia is basically the tale of the beautiful relationship between a man and his horse. From the horses, they get milk*, and from the milk they get curds, and from the curds they get wonderful cheeses like Kashk. (Here is a picture of Kurdish women preparing Kashk in a village in Turkey, and being Kurdish they are not Mongolian but I bet they would be if they knew how to.)
But this is not enough for the industrious Mongolian and his horse. Oh, no, not nearly enough! Not only do they make cheeses, but their fermented drinks turn out to be made from milk as well. Arkhi is a kind of Mongolian milk spirit, and from the run off they make curds, Aarul, as well.
Mongolians even sing. (I bet you weren't expecting that, were you?) Mostly, they sing about their horses:
[the songs] often use horses as a symbol or theme repeated throughout the song.
Their favourite instrument is the horse-head fiddle, thankfully not actually made from the head of a horse. And they also practice throat singing, a type of singing in which one person sings two notes at once, thereby rendering him or herself - hoarse.
This has been a blog post about horses. I mean Mongolia. But usually both at once. Thank you for your time.
Mongolians letting their hair down in their spare time.(Image from Wiki).
*For the purposes of this blog post they do anyway.