We crossed the border with Mongolia the day before arriving by train to Ulaanbataar, through a place called Zamiin-Uud. During the border crossing, the lights turned off twice and the registration system went off. There was no water in the toilet at the station, or the old station building near by, or the paper. The luggage department was also closed, they work when they want it seems. All of that gave me a splashy “Welcome to Mongolia” message in my mind, the fun just has begun.
Land is free for Mongols, this becomes noticeable in the suburb of Ulaanbataar, where everyone live as they want in their ger. It seems that the ger is the only type of dwelling that was created by the Mongols and remained with them. Rest of the Mongols live in soviet-built or influenced block houses.
