I got off the Trans-Siberian at 7 am after four nights of irregular sleep. While placing my dusty shoes on the pavement of the Ulaanbataar railway station, I looked around the area. When tired and hungry, you are an easy target for the shadowy existences walking around here. Luckily it is Sunday morning and the locals tend to sleep a lot.

Before I even got off the train I saw someone taking a dump next to the railway track. Welcome to Mongolia.

Reine at Zaisan hill in Ulaanbataar Reine chilling in the cold at Zaisan hill in Ulaanbataar.

The city was originally founded back in 1639, but redesigned by the Soviets in the 1940s and clearly not made for this amount of personal vehicles. The traffic was crazy and within ten minutes I saw my first collision. I read that only half of the vehicles in Mongolia are left-handed, even though the traffic drives on the right side. This seems to be linked to a preference for Japanese imports. As you might expect, there is a lot of honking going on here.

We crossed the Tuul river and went up to a nearby hilltop to get a look at the polluted city, where ugly power stations and shining Buddha statues were uneasy neighbors.

View from Zaisan hill, Ulaanbaatar View from Zaisan hill.

With a large coal power plant visible outside the city, the smog is quite heavy and someone told me that during winter the sight range can be down to ten meters. The capital is the second most polluted city in the world (as New Delhi wins the first place).

Street in Ulaanbaatar Exciting street in Ulaanbaatar.

We visited the impressive Gandantegchinlen monastery, where we gazed upon the 26 meter tall statue inside a large building. This temple was built in 1911 and devoted to Janraiseg, the Boddhisattva of Compassion. That didn’t stop the Russians from destroying the statue, but it was rebuilt in 1996 and the building is today a symbol of independence for the Mongolians.

Gandantegchinlen Monastery in Ulaanbaatar Gandantegchinlen Monastery, Ulaanbaatar.

In the evening we crossed the large Sükhbaatar Square. According to legend, the horse of revolutionary leader Damdin Sükhbaatar stopped to pee at the location in 1921. It was considered a good omen so they founded the city on the same spot. Three years later the city was renamed Ulaanbaatar (“red hero”) in his honor. He can be found depicted as a large statue on the square, as well as on the lesser bank notes.

After listening to a performance with horse-headed fiddles and the odd Mongolian throat singing, we found our way to a Mongolian Barbecue where the cooks had t-shirts that said “Go mongo”.

8 comments

  • avatar
    Tess
    28 Sep, 2008

    “Taking a dump”, is that what I think it is? Not sure if that is typical Mongolian.. I even saw that take place in Paris – “the city of love & culture”… :-)

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    30 Sep, 2008

    Yeah, it is what you think. Later on I saw that in the street as well.
    In Paris? I thought it was doggy litter on the streets. Blimey. The city of love, culture and poo. :)

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    Tess
    01 Oct, 2008

    Haha.. They should use that in their commercials…

  • avatar
    Thane
    15 Dec, 2009

    Borat was right about the peoples of Central Asian….. but at least they are better that the Middle Earth types.lol.

  • avatar
    16 Dec, 2009

    @Thane: Meeting weird people is often the funniest part of a journey. :)

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    Tess
    17 Dec, 2009

    I know one weird character i met in Thailand… and oupps, I got engaged with him.. lol.
    I agree… meeting people his half the excitement about the travelling..

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    17 Dec, 2009

    One of my favorite weirdos was the guy in Frankfurt who had a “No fear” cap, and tried to light a cigarette on the tarmac next to people who were filling the tank of an Airbus. :)

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    Thane
    01 Jan, 2010

    Well at least the codger in Frankfurt had the courage to try to live up to the “No Fear” on his cap. The way he was going he wouldn’t have to do it a second time.lol

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