Hotel Tsogmar
Travel Blogs from Ulan Bator
Chilling (literally) in UB, Mongolia
... to our driver and the father of our host family. With a little English and lots of sign language we learned about the family's history there as well as a bit about our driver and his family. From them and a number of other Mongolians we spoke to or asked for assistance while there we found many people have a little English and they far less inhibited with talking to and assisting you than most Chinese we met. We spent another evening back at the hostel chatting to the other ...
Traffic
One of the first things we were warned about before coming to UB was the traffic.
Now, to be honest, when I did arrive, I didn't exactly see what all the fuss was about. No, drivers could not care less whether pedestrians have a red or green man, but you get that in Paris. Having experienced India, where cows wander the streets and you can't hear yourself think for the sound of horns; and Cambodia, where ...
Sayn bayna uu (Hello) Mongolia!
... ours :-p. We also got anothe \r passenger in our compartment. Saruul from Ulaanbaatar. She had visited her mother in Irkutsk and was now on her way back to the capital. When she offered us to show us the city we just couldn`t say no. After 8 hours of Passport control and customs control we finally rolled into Mongolia heading for Ulaanbaatar. We arrived at 06:10 in the morning and when we got off the train it was freezing cold. A driver from the hostel picked ...
Genghis Khan territory
... door to their gers open just in case any passers-by wish to rest or have something to eat or drink.
Our un-arranged visit was then greeted with milk tea, homemade pastries Mongolian style (biscuits to you or I) and some curd which was not to either Ryan or I’s licking (that’s being polite) although as in most countries it is rude not accept or at least sample the hospitality so we graciously accepted and both managed to have small ...
Trans-Mongolian Railway & Ulaanbator
... or chatterbox it could have been a very painful journey! Me and Ali just settled in to our little cabin and gazed out of the window at the scenery rolling past us, read, snoozed, lunched and played cards. Our train was a lot nicer and cleaner than I was expecting. Depending on the day you travel, you either get a Russian, Chinese or Mongolian train so I think we were lucky getting the Mongol train. Luckily we had read in our guide book about the boarder crossing ...