A Mongolian overheard us speaking German at the bus station who had spent studied in Rostock/Germany years ago and was eager to dust off the cobwebs and start speaking German again. We had a lovely dinner with him and his family and stayed overnight with them.
The traffic and pollution is dreadful in UB – we had seen quite a few car crashes here but on our ride to the bus station we came across this poor little nine year old girl who got hit by a car. The least we could do was try to help keep her warm with our blanket and stop anyone moving her until the emergency services finally arrived.
Minus degrees, a bitter Siberian wind, snowy mountains and enough snow to make a few snowballs and get us to buy woolly mittens! Watch the hat Turis!
Pretty impressive that this hollow chap is only 26 m tall and filled with 27 tonnes of medicinal herbs amongst other things!
Pigeons in the courtyard of the monastry, feeding pigeons and chasing pigeons.
A morning ritual in the Gandantegchinlen Monastry – “the great place of complete joy”.
We saw some movement at an agricultural site and headed up the track to see if we could shelter there. A kind and welcoming Mongolian lady instantly ushered us all inside her Ger and gave us all warm milk – Mongoian style – to drink and offered us dinner and her and her husbands’ beds for the night.
On Mongoian soil – assembling kit at Ulaanbaatar railway station.
