Ulaan Bataar, encore
Trip Start
May 01, 2007
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Trip End
Jun 17, 2008
Day 14 June 18 Driving back to Ulaan Baatar
Sadly today our trip will end. On the way back into the capital Billgay gets pulled over for having an expired tourist decal. He fumes at how ridiculous it is and says that he's just getting bribed. He explains how difficult it is to keep up with the pointless tourist decals when he's driving around the countryside of Mongolia non-stop, 8 months a year. I agree. The only place he can renew them is in Ulaan Baatar. I imagine the one or two days a month that Billgay is back in Ulaan Baatar he prefers to spend with his wife and two teenage daughters rather than renewing tourist decals. Plus, there's always a van to service.
For the first time since the hot springs we all dive into the showers and attempt to clean off ten days of dead skin, horse hair and Mongolian dust. Ka and I each get a haircut. I shaved off the beginnings of a decent beard. We hardly recognize each other now. We finish the day in search of Mongolian BBQ but instead end up at a great Mongolian restarant that has delicious BBQ meat. Min and I both order the most expensive platter with horse, sheep, yak, and beef fillets. The whole bill of the most expensive entries plus three pints of beer sets us back about $10 each.
Sadly today our trip will end. On the way back into the capital Billgay gets pulled over for having an expired tourist decal. He fumes at how ridiculous it is and says that he's just getting bribed. He explains how difficult it is to keep up with the pointless tourist decals when he's driving around the countryside of Mongolia non-stop, 8 months a year. I agree. The only place he can renew them is in Ulaan Baatar. I imagine the one or two days a month that Billgay is back in Ulaan Baatar he prefers to spend with his wife and two teenage daughters rather than renewing tourist decals. Plus, there's always a van to service.
For the first time since the hot springs we all dive into the showers and attempt to clean off ten days of dead skin, horse hair and Mongolian dust. Ka and I each get a haircut. I shaved off the beginnings of a decent beard. We hardly recognize each other now. We finish the day in search of Mongolian BBQ but instead end up at a great Mongolian restarant that has delicious BBQ meat. Min and I both order the most expensive platter with horse, sheep, yak, and beef fillets. The whole bill of the most expensive entries plus three pints of beer sets us back about $10 each.


