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Leaving the capital
Last post for awhile, on our way to Ulgii at 5:00 a.m. This has been a helluva trip for early mornings and allnighters, starting weeks ago. When I get back to NYC, I'm keeping a regular schedule, I'm telling you. As soon as I get unjetlagged.
Heard the monks chant at the Gandan Monastery this morning, then to the Natural History Museum, which has some very cool dinosaurs and some very bad taxidermy. Strolled around Sukbaatar Square, a quintessentially Soviet place -- a vast, stone-paved plaza in the middle of a desert city, no shade, nowhere to sit, good for televised mass rallies and little else. Mongolia was a Soviet satellite for seventy years, and the Soviets didn't do them a lot of favors.
The day before yesterday, a lot of walking, including the black market, so-called not because anything sold there is illegal, but because it's outdoors and unregulated. Everything from buttons to TVs to canvas covers for your gers.
Tomorrow, the west. Look for me to be blogging at you again in a coupe of weeks. Try to behave yourselves while I'm away.
Heard the monks chant at the Gandan Monastery this morning, then to the Natural History Museum, which has some very cool dinosaurs and some very bad taxidermy. Strolled around Sukbaatar Square, a quintessentially Soviet place -- a vast, stone-paved plaza in the middle of a desert city, no shade, nowhere to sit, good for televised mass rallies and little else. Mongolia was a Soviet satellite for seventy years, and the Soviets didn't do them a lot of favors.
The day before yesterday, a lot of walking, including the black market, so-called not because anything sold there is illegal, but because it's outdoors and unregulated. Everything from buttons to TVs to canvas covers for your gers.
Tomorrow, the west. Look for me to be blogging at you again in a coupe of weeks. Try to behave yourselves while I'm away.
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