Ulaanbaatar is a fascinating melange. Soviet stolidity, with serried rows of identical apartment blocks, and a grand and proud central heroes square, is leavened with a Chinese entrepreneurial confidence. It is a city of bright young go-getters, encircled by a nomads camp of gers as the Golden Horde migrates to the city again.
And they have abandoned their horses for automobiles, and pity help the pedestrian who gets in their way, green lights and policemen notwithstaning. The traffic is in permanent gridlock, but this does not prevent feats of split second timing and crazy bravery as the modern horde pilot their Priuses about the metropoilis.
And they have abandoned their horses for automobiles, and pity help the pedestrian who gets in their way, green lights and policemen notwithstaning. The traffic is in permanent gridlock, but this does not prevent feats of split second timing and crazy bravery as the modern horde pilot their Priuses about the metropoilis.