UB Magic

Life in Ulaanbaatar recallibrates your awesome scale.

We woke up yesterday and sent Andy off, then Anth from the Pandas, the Yaksi Taxi chicks, and me grabbed some Mongol grub and went off to the black market.  If you’ve never seen a Central Asian black market you’ve never really experienced organized chaos.  I have no idea where they get the goods but it’s basically a long line of huts that all have the same shit and will bargain to the bitter end to eek out one more dollar.  Anth’s bag got picked.  The Yaksi’s got their bags slashed open.  We were poked and prodded and pushed and yelled at for the whole 3 hours.  The only way we figured we would triumph was to just be cocky annoying white devils and act like we owned the joint.

So we bought pink suits.

The Rally “black tie” never saw such glorious assholes.  The site for the nightclub is http://www.mongolia-nightclub.com and I think they have pics of the party.

Managed to find Gans and Enkhe last night.  It’s amazing how every moment in this town is OK.  Everybody knows everybody.  There’s no planning or worry, they just knew the Rally party was happening and wandered in to see if I’d showed up yet.  They wanted to do lunch today to make some countryside plans and Gans just said “Dave’s place around noon.  It’s Mongolia so it’s probably between 11 and 1.  We don’t have solid time here.”

Oh, and whoever sees Andy first tell him to mail the Chariot keys back here so I can sell her instead of leaving her in the middle of Sukhbaatar Square to be molested.

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