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MONGOLIA | Friday, 18 July 2008 | Views [3499] | Comments [1]

We arrived in Ulaanbataar, Mongolia on a Tuesday in the midst of a duststorm. We were so happy to be out of China, and so excited to be in Mongolia, that nothing could stem our enthusiasm.

Our hostel didn't meet us at the airport as arranged, which was a minor frustration. In compensation we made a new friend from Northern Ireland, taking a vacation before accepting his commision with the Royal Navy. It worked out well, as he didn't have a place to stay arranged yet, so we all just hopped a “taxi” to the UB Guesthouse where Susan had reserved a double room for us. A taxi in Mongolia is any car that will pick you up, which is pretty much any car. Vast distances on the steppe have fostered a culture of hitchhiking and ridesharing that carries over into the city. If you need to get somewhere you stick out your hand, and anyone with extra time will stop. Negotiate your fee and you're on your way.


We checked into a tiny little room with two twin beds pushed together. It was stifling, as hot as outside only without the cooling of the sandblast-breeze. The room was right off the common room, which any frequenter of hostels will tell you means that you'll be using the most valuable item in your luggage from a weight to usefulness ratio: the earplugs. Still, we were unfazed having slept in smaller rooms and noisier places and worse air (in Japan, and Shanghai, and all of China respectively) and being really excited to see Mongolia. Besides what do you want for $16? (OK, a mattress would be nice, but these seem absent in Mongolia in general. Bedding typically consists of planks on a bedframe covered in between one and several blankets depending on... well it seems to be arbitrary actually). Anyway, we checked in with Kim, the guy who runs the place and got settled in our room.

Then we met with Bobby, the woman who also runs the place, and arranges the tours. This is the real reason to stay here. It is THE place to be in UB, and so it gets lots of traffic, and so has lots of people who will share trips with you. Bobby gave us a warm welcome, and had a very impressive method of helping design an itinerary that would let us see much of the country and still get some time to stay in one place longer and soak it all in. It's an unusual itinerary, and at 13 days eliminates some folks who only have a week, and misses other groups with a month to spare and want to go longer.

The train from Beijing gets in on Wednesday, we were told, and the way to fill a trip is to let Bobby “sell” our plan to the new arrivals. After the crap food in Beijing, we decided to balance our $16 hotel room with a dinner at the nicest restaurant in UB (The Silk Road Bar and Grill). We had salad and fresh veggies and recognizable meat. It was really good. It cost us $16. I love Mongolia.

We used our dead day to see Terelj National Park.

It was a great time (as documented in the other Mongolia post). When we got back, Bobby had bad news, she hadn't yet found folks for our trip. But she said, there were still a few people to meet. Get some dinner and hold out hope. Now we were taking all this in stride. It would be great to have people to do the trip with us. Not because 13 days in the desert with just the two of us and a driver is a relationship test we fear, but because a driver, four-by-four rental, and petrol are fixed costs. More people, less money each. We could have left the day we came, but the prospect of saving five or six hundred dollars seemed a good one. Now, not as certain, we eschewed the ultra luxe dinner and balanced the prospect of a less-cheap time in Mongolia with a good but much more normally priced dinner of salad, a huge pizza, and milkshakes. It cost us about $6. I love Mongolia.

Great news! At the last minute Bobby sold our trip to four others. A couple from Slovakia and two Dutch guys. We would have a full van, and that meant the total cost of our Mongolia adventure (including payment to the families for accomodation, dinner and breakfast) would be $23 a day. Have mentioned I love Mongolia?

The only catch was that we couldn't leave the next morning, but would leave on Friday so the Slovaks could go to the Russian embassy and beg for a visa. This is a common theme here. As a popular jump off point for the Trans-Siberia (which Susan and I briefly considered when we were planning this whole adventure) Ulaanbataar gets more than its share of Russia visa applications. Thing is, this process is SO corrupt that most people get stuck for days or weeks as they try to coordinate both travel papers and train schedules that coincide. One guy had a story of being told to come back with both USD60 for the visa (official price USD50) and a bottle of vodka. Office hours are 2-3:30 for visa applications, 12:20-12:45 for visa pickup. Kinda makes you nostalgic for the DMV.

The extra day turned out to be a blessing. We had a lot to do before disappering for two weeks. First of all, buying groceries for snacks and lunches.

Also, we were told that the food from the families would be mostly meat, with some rice or noodles, but no veggies, so to bring any fresh veggies with us. We stocked up on everything that might keep. We also had to compress everything into one bag, as the full van meant there wouldn't be room for everybody's stuff. Between shopping and photo posting, and laundry and repacking... I don't know what we would have done without the spare day.

That night we got to meet our travel companions. The Slovaks were husband and wife pseudo-students on their way home from a year of “studying” in Australia (their visa required them to take classes and work no more than 20 hours a week). Andre turned 26 somewhere along the way in the Gobi, and Natalya was not much younger.

They have the air of neo-hippies, with a sort of cute naivete. The two Dutch guys were bikers in their mid to late 40s, Bud...

and Rink.

They actually didn't have bikes anymore, but had “trikes”, one with a Ford Mustang engine. Imagine a V8 pulling a body stripped of most of its weight. Horsepower fiends. But looks decieve, and skull T-shirts, biker jewelry and illegible tattoos belied two really nice gentle guys. Always helpful and quick with a smile or a joke, these two were fast friends with just about every Mongolian local we met along the way. And Bikers or not, they were Dutchmen still, and we never passed a pretty flower they didn't point out and photo.

Day 1 – Drive UB to “Rock Formation”

I was pleased to notice that everyone was ready by 8:50 for our scheduled 9:00 departure.

A harbinger of the courtesies and mutual consideration that made the whole trip very pleasant. As we packed up the car we met our driver. His name was Akmnggrrqqkppthst or something. His last tour group took to calling him “The Doctor” because he was always fixing everyone's vehicles. The name stuck, and “Doc” he was to us for the whole two weeks. By the second week “Doc” was “Doc” to Doc, and he would actually turn his head when we said “Hey Doc”. I tried “Eehhh... What's up Doc” a couple of times, but nobody got the joke... Tough crowd. Who knew Warner Brother's was so culturally specific?


Our conveyance is a Russian made 4x4 van. These are ubquitous here because they are cheap and because the simple mechanisms are easier to fix when you are out in the middle of nowhere. Ours was modified for desert travel with a tank on the left, a tank on the right, a tank on the back, and four jerry cans. We pumped 250 liters into that puppy – fuel for four days of desert driving without a service station.


About 10 kilometers from our point of departure the road ended. We wouldn't see asphalt again for 8 days.


We drove for 6 hours or so, stopping near the end of our day at some funky rock formations.

Along the way we had a few chances to stop for photos and a pee. The landscape was very open, very beautiful. The nicest bathroom breaks on the planet, I reckon.


Our home for the night was one of two extra gers at a family in the middle of nowhere.

Hoping to beat the heat, Susan and I had worn our flip flops for the long drive. This proved a mistake as we got out of the van at our hosts and stepped into three inch deep sheep and goat poo.

I'm not sure which it is, but basically the whole area around the gers and the lean-to was covered in this thick layer of little brown pellets. It took me a second to realize this wasn't the soil (at least, not yet). It's dry thank heaven, but I was still in city mode and all I could think was “my feet are covered in poo dust”. I would be sleeping in the same sleeping bag for 12 nights... getting in feet first... and pulling the covers up around my face on the really cold nights...

Rink and Bud started a theme for the trip early and helped the local nomads fix their motorcycle.

One of the cylinders wasn't firing, and they helped diagnose the problem and clean the sparkplugs.

Dinner was noodles with some kind of rehydrated dried yogurt. No meat. No veggies. We supplemented from our grocery stocks and I took a multivitamin. Bud and Rink supplemented with Vodka.

The ostensible “destination” was a funky rock formation in the middle of the desert. It was cool, but there is that cliché about the journey, yada yada. Applies here for sure. Though we did (briefly) see a desert antelope or deer or something run away from us.


 

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Hey... In the first photo, those steps... I think that's where they shot a scene from Conan the Barbarian.

James Earl Jones stood at the top, and made a human sacrifice... I won't go into the gory details, but those steps made for a memorable scene from that cult classic.

  James Jul 21, 2008 6:49 AM

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