Temuujin's Guest House Ulan Bator

... that pick pocketing really can happen in seconds. Luckily we didn&#8217;t lose anything but we have kept our bags pretty close to our chests since! <br><br>Reading street signs here is just as difficult as Russia &#8211; everything is in Cyrillic and again the guide books were of no help. One thing we have also come to learn is that a lot of streets have never even been named so finding things can be difficult. What&#8217;s not difficult ...

... Oh the agony. As my hair now resembled a frizz ball we asked for it to be straightened and to my surprise it worked! They must have been some bloody good hair straighteners.<br><br>So today is our last day in Mongolia before we go to China. We have heard from Dmitri that he has just arrived in UB so hopefully we will meet him before we leave. I forgot to mention the website he runs about Lake Baikal as he put our last blog entry on there: www.baikalclub.com ...

... paying the mortgage after the tenants' departure, and bound for Aus with no job lined up... With a trip north costing at least $50 a day for 10 days, which I just can't afford in my present uncertain financial circumstances, I have decided to be 'sensible' and to cut my Mongolian adventure short. I will thus be boarding the 30 hour train to Beijing early tomorrow morning. Those remote Mongolian mountains will just have to wait till I make it back.

... of home and with Emy translating we told each about our families and lifestyles.<br>Every now and again, someone would start singing. This was helped along with one or two or more drinks of milk beer in a bowl and neat vodka in a small dish that were passed around the group, us included. <br><br>All the time the tv was on.This was in black and white with only 3 channels supplied by an ancient satelite dish powered by a solar panel. <br><br>After our 3 ...

... The next day we hit amazing smooth beautiful lovely tarmac. 100km from UB, the road stopped, n back to the same old ****. This was on and off for ages! I managed to smack a rock coming up a crest whilst drifting, and put a big hole in the rear exhaust. The thing was dangling there, so i wired it back together for the last section to the city. Cue a sound like a sports car. Loved it, felt like a proper boy racer.<br><br>Ulaanbataar<br><br>Pollut ...

... the top of the dome.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>12th<b r>As instructed, we awoke<br>and were ready for breakfast by 8 as Basan, our horse guide, was<br>planning to get up at 6 to find the horses, which are allowed to roam<br>free overnight. At 11.30, he eventually appeared from down the<br>valley with a number of horses. To my dismay Ginger Rogers was<br>absent, as was Betsy. Psycho Horse had returned and though none of<br>wanted to be assigned the most skittish of ...

Today is the last day of the third session. It by far has been my most interesting session so far. So tonight is the crying night, but I have heard it will be a little different. We should have a bon fire and a few fireworks as well as a disco to end the session, followed by the slideshow, then sleep. This is all as long as the weather doesn't turn bad, which it very well may by the looks of the sky right now.<br> So every session is about the same. The first ...

... shirts, and not only that but huge areas of just sunglasses, and you could buy medicine, school supplies, jewelry, supplies to make jewelry, I literally mean anything, and it was CHEAP. <br><br> I unfortunately did not bring enough money with me or else I would have bought more. I bought two pairs of shoes, a pair of jeans, and jewelry. It was so much fun, and there was barely anything that was the same. Every place had ...

... chance to stretch our legs and buy some food before the bogey changing. I actually stayed on board the train the entire time and got to see them doing everything in the shed. Our carriage was lifted up on a hydraulic lift, and had the bottom bit taken off, then another bit added. Our conductor felt sufficiently at ease in the shed to remove his trousers, and spent most of them walking around in the top part of his uniform, his black socks and ...

... fool, but luckily I made the flight.<br> I arrived in Ulaanbaatar to probably the smallest ariport I have ever landed at. One of the camp workers and my roomate was there waiting for me. She is really great and I am having a good time working with her. She knows english not perfectly but well enough to where I can have a real conversation with her. I have no idea how to spell her name or anyones I have met so far but I remembered it cause it kind of sounds like oh ...