In UB it things are either rough and rougher. This probably isn’t the kind of place you want to take your family on a vacation. The people know how to drink, and we’re not talking about sipping red wine, it’s about getting hard stuff down fast, pissing yourself and sleeping on the road. People are so wasted on the streets that you need to circle around them some bit. Yesterday there was a guy throwing stones to every direction. So, there is a minor drinking problem visible here, but hey, if Finnish genes are 25 per cent Mongolian we shouldn’t be the first ones to make noise about it.
Yesterday we visited the market, where the welcoming committee was showing us the finger right away. The road to the market goes through a street of addicts and holics who are selling stolen goods or just lying on the ground. It smells like booze and shit and you better keep a close eye on your back pockets, it doesn’t take long before they’re emptied. Carry the back bag in front. We heard that some tourists have been stoned for taking pictures in the market. But it’s a market with lots of merchandise and with very cheap prices. It’s all from China, of course, but it looks very much like real stuff. I came close to buying a North Face jacket for 20 euros. The souvenirs can also be bought for half the price they are sold in the city.
In the morning we were invited to see a sheep being slaughtered. It was quite an easy and clean operation. They make a small cut in the belly, stick a hand in and rip off the aortha (?). There was no blood splatter at any time, it was collected to the last drop. I think they eat almost the whole sheep and throw away nothing. Let’s see if we have shashlik tonight.
The weather here is very Mongolian. In the day it’s sunny, followed by rains in the evening and changes to freezing temperatures of the nights.
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