What if you spent one week in the Mongol Empire?

[0:00]What if you spent one week in the Mongol Empire? Day one. You arrive in the Mongolian step, 1220. Nothing but grass and horses for 1000 km. Morning, minus 30° Celsius. Afternoon, plus 35° Celsius. The Mongols wear the same clothes. You're wearing seven layers and still dying. Evolution happened differently here. Day two. You've been on a horse for 8 hours. Your inner thighs are bleeding. A 5-year-old Mongol rides past doing tricks. He asks if you're okay. He's been riding since birth. You need a bathroom. The entire step is your bathroom. An eagle watches from 100 meters, judging. Day three. They hand you Kumis, fermented horse milk aged in a leather bag for weeks. It tastes like alcoholic yogurt mixed with regret. You drink one bowl. You see God, not the good version. Day four. Gengis Khan enters your yurt. He has 500 children. You're single. He conquered 24 million square kilometers. You can't conquer your email inbox. He asks if you can ride and shoot. You can't even ride. He's disappointed but not surprised. Day five. Dinner is sheep blood stuffed into intestines, still warm. You haven't seen a vegetable in five days. Your body is filing complaints. The Mongols look healthier than you've ever been. This shouldn't be possible. Day six. Wrestling tournament. The uniforms have open fronts. Why? A woman once won pretending to be a man. Never again. You're watching 800 years of trust issues in athletic form. Day seven. Genghis Khan's DNA is in 16 million people today. You can't get a text back. He died 800 years ago and is still more successful than you. You survived the empire that conquered 16% of Earth on horses and fermented milk.