Well, that was my birth! After the necessary rebound we are now finally in a pub called "Brauhaus" in Ulaanbataar, Mongolia. As the name suggests it's garden is an international city Ulaanbataar determined. It is here in the center filled with big, expensive buildings, often with English names. We feel so much more at home than in Russia. This country, we understand (a little).
This morning we arrived at 6:30 on the drive. It was still dark, and to around 20 degrees below zero. Meanwhile we got used, so no worries on that front. Only where other train passengers were picked up by their hostel, we were all alone ...
So get a cup of tea at the station. The restoration was happy just opened. Tugrit for 600 (about 30 cents) we got two hot cups of tea. Another 350 Tugrik, and we also had a hard boiled egg. Jummie! Getting used to us here so that everybody stares.
Then around 7:30 light came, we put a run. Easy, because our backpacks weighed brisk and cold also had its impact. Irkutsk we had a small card signed which indicated that our host works in Mongolia. Of course we are quite lost. The prince also worked on Judica's bladder and an emergency stop at a luxury hotel was also required.
Eventually we found an Irish pub, apparently the center of town. The guides on our Minime helped us further. As an Australian with his guide came to drink a cup of tea, we meet our Savior, the Aussie had a Mongolian guide with them our way to the library was able to show. We are now close to (but are obviously completely by-passed). So on to the library ...
