That reminds me,I once stayed in a mongolian yurt when I was wandering around in the mountains of catalonia! It was before my accordion days but I did get the squeeze on with a lovely argintinian girl. The place was run by mongolians and in the evenings we would play a game with sheep's ankle bones and drink fermented yaks milk, rode around on horses in the day, happy days.
Though I will not be tempted to start cutting up my stetson hat.
If you have a hankering for kumis (airag), you can make an acceptable substitute with equal parts vodka, 7-up, and cottage cheese. Not as bad as it sounds - though odd for western palates.
And the felt they make is from sheep and is a pretty cool process.
The Mongols and their history have been a study of mine for many years.