Day 12
After 36 hours on the train and on the ‘Batter’ (slang for beer according to an Irish guy) we arrive in Ulaanbattar. It was a little overcast but the colourful city made up for it.
We checked into our hostel which was a couple of apartments joined together on a 3rd floor and were eager to walk around after so long sitting down.
We tried to blend in with the locals, and we watched some large pigeons assert their dominance over little people in the local temple.(?!?)
We hung around the city centre where the people were very polite and friendly. Even the thieves that robbed some of our wallets gave back the wallets but without the money-They were hoping for a reward!
To liven things up in the evening we tried playing the local instruments called ‘Morin Khuur‘ aka ‘horse head fiddle’ and of course the more we drank, the better we got. Tomorrow we hit the road again.
