Mongolia Hello!

Mongolia Hello! - We certainly arrived in Ulaanbaatar an auspicious day. At 5am, all watery eyes, we got off the train in Russia in the darkness of a Mongolian chills morning and were informed that it was a national holiday. He was the anniversary of Genghis Khan .The train, issue # 362, Irkutsk had left the night before. We had the pleasure of a kupe, four-berth cabin for us and fortunately had Sean and Severi in the neighboring cabin.We bought the tickets for the trip to the station of Irkutsk the previous day. Only this car on the long train we boarded would go to the border in Mongolia.This was a sociable evening but later I could not sleep that the cabin was hot and stuffy. Instead, I went to my bunk, opened the window a fraction and sat peering into the night.The stars were clear and many, it was a magical scene. The front of the train could be glimpsed as we snaked around corners, its light to illuminate our journey.

Watching the world go by from the bunk.

I slept much later, refreshed by air and the stars. At some point during the night, the train was reduced to only a few cars.In the morning the track sparkled with frost, lakes and rivers were frozen, we traveled under the clear blue sky.We adopted the small rundown cities, few people descend on the tiny stations where old battered cars were waiting to beat them away.Even here, in these, isolated places dusty women wore heels and fancy coats.

In our four berths Kupe

A typical rural Russian station

 

at 13 pm, we arrived in the Russian border town of Naushki as the train pulled into a station elegant look. After an official passport control we were free to leave the train, we had three hours.The four of us took a walk through a park dusty and sandy, dry hills to the valley view.We could see our train being shunted below.when we returned to the station our sleeping car was alone, no engine, no. We sat for a while on the platform then returned to the cabin.The toilets were closed during this time, but there were toilets at the station to 20rub.Just before 16 hours we were given forms to fill out while officials boarded and a series of painless process involving customs and control played passports.We read, we talked, we ate.It became dark when the landing gear, the car had been attached to a motor and this very short train to Mongolia.we could change our rubles tughriks the train crossed the border, a local passenger gave us good rates {application XE on our smart phone is handy at this point!}. It was the case of his way to bag Hello Kitty before the black market moneychangers boarded.The Mongolian border procedure lasted three hours and was also painless for us anyway. We were able to get to the last hour to stretch our legs while several trucks were added to the train.This gave us the opportunity to make a little more money and go find some beer.it appears that consumption in Mongolia stations is prohibited, you can get a fine, so delayed and may lead you to think that your train departs, when in fact it is just shunt.you can end up chasing the train as fast as you can only laugh by provodnitsa.Yes, it's happened to a couple of guys on the train, much to our amusement.And so we found ourselves in Ulaanbaatar early the next morning, feeling very glad that we had organized a pickup for the inn.After a hot cup of tea, we could verify and claim our beds. the anniversary of Genghis Khan could wait a few more hours, there was a cozy duvet call me ...We led to Sukhbaatar Square soldiers later in the day to see some of the festivities, dressed in the parade. We even interviewed us for a local news TV channel

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