Dawn in Ulaan Baatar

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

But the traffic is crazy. Within ten minutes I saw my first collision. 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 is ten meters!

Reine chilling at Zaisan hill in Ulaan Bataar.

And before I even got off the train I saw two people taking a dump next to the railway track. Welcome to Mongolia.