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”.
On Mongoian soil – assembling kit at Ulaanbaatar railway station.
