Ulan Bator, where we arrived 40 minutes later than we should, we zafundowalo chilly welcome. After China's hot no one expected a couple of paragraphs 10 am at the Capital station. Then we chattering teeth as the engine of the bus stop. Jump to the "30-particles" and get off after 10 minutes near the "GanaGuesthouse. "Welcome again" - we are welcomed by a lady from the hostel. Mongolian English asks again: "Are you from China?". "Yes, we are" - I answered. The most important thing that we have established no agreement. And not necessarily with the correct form ...
coarsely dressed and head to the city. On the way to our favorite zachodzimy guandza. Ms. Miles, as usual, refers it to us with great sympathy. It is a pity that not prepared Chinese food. Stew, which tasted too bad during the first visit Genghis Khan, now barely passes through the throat. And this despite, and not a ram! Eh ... "dissolve" China is our culinary.
After a failed meal we go to the Department Store - the biggest department store in town. Most of us want to be bought some small souvenirs - and the Mongolian toupee, and a goatskin Leather fine spirits. Unfortunately - the prices in the city center we are stunning. We decide to ride a "Narantuul Tow", in the language of Shakespeare's "Black Market" - the biggest bazaar in the capital. Transfer by public bus takes forever. Cale Ulan Bator "tone" in road repairs. Finally we arrive. Free admission ticket wealth - 50 tugrikow (about 10 cents). Just behind the gate to encounter jurtami stalls (in the form of "make-it-yourself"). Luckily this time my aunt Danuta not come up with an idea "And maybe I would have with four such Dżołdżins she brought to a yurt." Unfortunately - apart from said stand Narantuul nothing we do not offer. Lots of stalls with counterfeit clothes "Oidosa", "Sabibasa" and other brands, with barely two, maybe three, with souvenirs. Prices much lower than the Department Store. And zero willingness to bargain in August. Thing unheard of, especially for someone who just yesterday was in China.
the bus, on the way back, we find Mongołkę number "tweezers", which speaks Polish because I lived twenty years in Warsaw ". What's interesting - in the dark about this we said that soon probably, "human voice will speak" and tells that he knows our speech. After several minutes, in fact it did. Late afternoon visit an internet cafe. Finally, the normal price (600 tugrikow per hour) and lack of pervasive censorship in China. Now it is time to make up part of the "photo" backlog.
A bedtime time for ONE more bottle of "Kublai Khan" connected with the gitarowaniem. After all, this is the last and also the coolest night in a yurt.
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