This is the end, beautiful friend, the end…

Ok, so the song reference might be a little too obscure for some of you. It’s by the Doors from 1967.

Erdene Zuu MonasteryWe visited the hometown of Shombodon’s best friend and it took us a while to find him. We tracked him down at his office and Maaike and Shombodon interviewed him for a couple of hours. He is a former Aimag Governor and was the director of a university after that. He is newly retired, but still maintains an office at the school. Engthbier and I just chilled at in the Isuzu while Maaike and Shombodon did their thing. The school is located at the edge of a complex of run down apartment buildings. It was wonderful to watch everybody go about their daily lives. A young mother with her two small children at the playground. The drunk sleeping on the sidewalk in the shade of a dilapidated storage shed. A scruffy old dude pulling up in a large, empty flatbed truck and going into each stairwell of the apartment buildings and yelling something. Moments later a flood of people come out with their trash and piled it on truck. Two young girls surveil me at a safe distance until I wave and smile at them. They take that as a signal that it might be safe to come and talk to me. I ask them their names in their native tongue and don’t even come close to understanding their replies. They are obviously asking me other questions, but my interpreter has disappeared. Finally Maaike, Shombodon, Engthbier and their interviewee show up, but my young friends have already taken off. Shombodon’s friend insists that we have dinner before hitting the road. This presents a slight problem since, according to Shombodon, we have a two-hour drive to our next stop. Two hours, according to Shombodon, means it will take at least four hours. So off we go to one of the hidden gems of the restaurant world and have a nice meal. I am formally introduced to our host and his name is Mr. Jaansendorg. I call him Mr. Johnson for short. He is a large, imposing presence. He has a huge head and it makes his stylish hat look comically too small. He is the very definition of gregarious and he dispatches our waitress with a smile and very few words. She reappears in short order with a bottle of vodka. This isn’t the polite half liter bottle that lubricates most of our gatherings. No, this is a full liter and I am bathed it dread. Engthbier isn’t drinking since he is driving (actually, he never drinks), Maaike will only take a few sips and that leaves Shombodon, Mr. Johnson and me to polish off this bottle. Luckily, IErdene Zuu Monastery guess, it’s really good vodka. Lots of food and many toasts to friendship and world peace later we finally stagger to the truck. It’s a very quiet ride to Kharkhorum and two hours into the ride we aren’t even close to our destination. We make our way over a saddle on a low ridgeline and Engthbier pokes his head out of the driver’s side window, mutters something under his breath and pulls the Isuzu off to the side of the “road”. Flat tire. Oh, that’s just the icing on the cake. Eleven o’clock at night and we get to change a tire. Bonus! All the tools that we need to change the tire are buried under the three tons of stuff crammed into the back of the truck. Engthbier digs around blindly underneath all of our tightly packed junk and produces a jack and tire iron. Maaike stands off to one side and Shombodon does his best to get in the way. I crank on the emergency brake and start loosening the lug nuts while Engthbier operates the jack. With the precision of an Indy pit crew we manage to change the flat in something less than a half hour. On the road again, it takes us another two hours to reach the outskirts of Kharkhorum. We pull up to the gate of the first ger hotel we come across. It’s around one-thiry in the morning and Engthbier honks the horn. I cringe as I imagine just how delighted the other guests at the camp will be. Nobody stirs so Engthbier gives a few more blasts of the horn. I start looking around for escape routes since I’m sure that we will be strung up by an angry, sleepy crowd of people in their pajamas. Finally a lone head pokes out of one of the gers. Shombodon ambles over to talk to her. She is in fact the owner of this fine establishment and they negotiate terms of our stay. Is short order we unload the bare necessities and are in bed with the lights out in no time flat. I’m out as soon as my head hits the pillow.

I wake up in the morning and I can see through the chimney hole at the top of the ger that it is a gray day. The chill in the air makes me hesitate before slithering out of my sleeping bag. The need to “check the horses” cancels out any more procrastination. I open the ger door and fold myself  in half to extricate myself from the tent since cracking your skull on the low door frame is something to be avoided at any time of the day, but especially first thing in the morning. It’s then that I discover why we were not greeted by an angry crowd after our noisy arrival. We are the only guests at this ger hotel. Turns out it had just reopened after some renovations and we are their first customers since the grand reopening. I look to the west and notice that the sky is clearing. I can also see the reason why we are here. The magnificent monastery and its white walls less than a mile away painfully remind me that I don’t have my sunglasses on and that the effects of that bottle of vodka have not subsided completely. Not long after I get out of bed the rest of our contingent is up and about as well. Nobody feels much like unpacking all of our food provisions to find our breakfast stuff so we settle on some tea and bread. After chatting with the nice proprietor and her young daughter we are on our way for the short drive to the monastery. It’s a beautiful place and well worth the effort to get here. Engthbier catches a few more ZZZs while the rest of us go in and explore. Maaike and Shombodon take the guided tour while I strike out on my own and take photos. The light cooperates just long enough for me to get all the images I need and we take our leave of the place. Maaike and Shombodon want to visit the museum and I opt to accompany Engthbier to get our tire fixed.

Mongol Rally CarThe commercial center of this town is a dusty square bordered by old rail cars with the wheels removed and old retired shipping containers. The rail cars and shipping containers serve as tiny shops and auto repair centers. The first two places we stop at are too busy to fix our tire. The third time is the charm, but I worry about a place that has few, if any customers. What does that say about his abilities or his customer service. As soon as the mechanic gets done welding something to the back of another Mongol Rally car he fixes our tire. For a grand total of 500T (about 70 cents) we are good to go.  We go to pick up our companions at the museum and decide to grab an early lunch before hitting the road again. The guidebook has a couple of interesting recommendations. The first one we try can’t serve us because the cook hasn’t shown up for work yet. Second restaurant, same excuse. Finally we let Engthbier use his powers of divination to ferret out a place to eat that is open and has a cook who has shown up for work. He wheels the truck into a parking lot, he gets out and pokes his head in the door of the establishment and gives us a smile and a thumbs up. Testing my luck one more time I order some veggies and rice. I notice that my odd request doesn’t elicit the same response that we get from the other places I tried that. It didn’t even prompt the cook to come out and make sure she understood what I wanted. What I got was a very nice dish of sautéed veggies and rice. Seemed way too easy. After lunch we stop at a small market and pick up a few bottles of water for our trek back to the capital city.

It’s a very quiet ride back to Ulaan Baatar. We’ve been on the road for a little more than three weeks. That sounds like a long time to me when I think about it, but it has flown by. It seemsPrayer Wheels like we just left and now it’s over. In no time flat I’ll be on a flight back to the States. The ride back to UB is boring. The landscape is boring and the high clouds saps what little color there is out of everything in sight. Not long into our journey we get to the paved part of this route. After a while traffic starts to pick up and then two lanes turns into four lanes. We crest a low ridge and UB and a dense brown haze hanging over the city comes into view. No sooner do we see the city than are swallowed up into the perpetual traffic jam that plagues this metropolis. We jerk along in traffic for about an hour before we arrive at our apartment. Neil has left he key to her flat at the manager’s office (she’s in the U.S. attending a family get-together). After unloading our stuff and making arrangements to see Shombodon and Engthbierin two days time Maaike and I decide to eat first then take our showers. We walk around the corner to Rosewood Cafe, a wonderful new restaurant in UB. We were both just desperate to eat something with flavor. I had the Penne Past with Italian Sausage and Maaike had the Green Goddess salad. I asked for additional crushed red pepper and the waitress produced a small ramekin with about a quarter cup of the pepper and I dumped the whole thing on my pasta. I think our taste buds went into shock. It was, in a word, amazing.

We ended up back at the apartment and started a load of laundry and took turns taking very long, very hot showers. Very few things feels as good as a shower if you’ve been without one for a few days. It was only eight-thirty or so when I went to be, but no matter, I was out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow.


Happy, Happy Birthday Baby…

Hello All! I’d like for everybody to help me celebrate a very special occasion. It is my dear wife’s birthday today. She is the best wife ever and the coolest person on the planet. You can find her on FaceBook at!/donna.vessey

AnnaHoney, I wish I was there to celebrate the day with you, but I’ll be home soon enough. You know how you wanted me to get you something uniquely Mongolian for your birthday? Well, I think I accomplished that. We were visiting a ger a few days ago and the folks we were interviewing we looking after their granddaughter. I told her she was a little cutie and that I would love to take her home with me. Shombodon thought that was funny so he translated that to the grandparents. Well, the Mongolians take that sort of thing seriously so after a few shots of vodka and some hugs we now have a daughter. She’s 16 months old and her name is Annaread. Her real name is too hard for us to pronounce so we can just call her Anna. She keeps calling me “Grandpa”, but it won’t take long for her to change that to “Daddy”. The real parents have nine other children and the grandparents said they probably won’t miss her.Everybody’s always said that we’d make great parents. Now’s our chance to find out if they were right.

Then, a couple of days later, we stopped to take a few fotos of some camels. Two young ones took a liking to me and I joked to MaaikeDonna's Birthday Presents that I should get them for your birthday presents. Shombodon thought this was funny and he translated it to the owners of the cute little beasts. Well, the Mongolians take that sort of thing seriously too. So, after a few shots of vodka and a handshake we now have two young camels. I didn’t name them yet. I figured since they were your presents you should get that honor.

The problem now is, I can’t get the camels out of the country and little Anna should be raised in her native country. You know how you’ve been thinking that you’d like to move? Well, I traded one of my cameras for a nice ger and a Russian jeep. So, you can sell my Jeep and your hybrid and we could live here. The two camels are females so we can make fermented camel’s milk (which is so much better than the fermented mare’s milk) and I got a few goats along with the ger and the Russian jeep so we can live the herder’s life. Kinda like “Green Acres”, huh! Ok, so let me know how fast you can sell everything there. I can’t wait for you to join us here in our domestic bliss.


Stay tuned for more fun and adventures, there have been plenty. Will post again mañana…

Wednesday, 7/18

Maaike and Shombodon

Planning route and logistics

Last night we ate at The Shangri-La Indian restaurant on the Top floor of the self proclaimed 5-star Hotel Mongolia. Very good food and the Chinggis Beer hit the spot. When asked “how hot?” for my Chicken Tikki Masala I said “very hot”. Turned out to be rather wimpy. “Hot” is a relative term I guess. I wanted pain! Ate with Maaike and Neil, a long time friend of Maaike. Neil is from New York and has no plans for leaving here any time soon. She works as a consultant for one of the bigger banks here in UB. She is very politically savvy and it was great to get her perspective on the economy and politics of Mongolia.

I have two interviews to conduct for the video project. The interviewees are college students who, apparently, speak English very well. That will certainly make things a lot easier! The video production company wants the opinions of younger Mongolians about such things as their government, the international mining companies, elections, and the changes going on in their country. They want to hear mostly about the simmering nationalist movement and how the younger generation feels about it. I have good connections here and should be able to contact some of the “leaders” of this faction.

Also, we will spend the day making preparations for the first road trip. Shopping, laundry, packing, etc. Shombodon’s son (and our driver), Engthbier, spent yesterday getting the vehicle ready for the trek. Maaike and Shombodon spent part of the day planning our route and discussing all the things we need to see and where we will stop for the night. They are a little nervous about the route since there has been so much rain during the last two weeks. A lot of the roads that we will be taking are nothing more than tire tracks thru vast swaths of steppes and meadows. The problem with these roads is that you might not see another car for days if not weeks. Cell coverage is spotty at best so if you break down you had better be prepared to stay there for a while.

Not sure what time we are leaving tomorrow but once we do the updates will become much more infrequent and, hopefully, a lot more interesting. We will be well off the beaten path and everybody I’ve talked to says the photo opportunities are phenomenal.

It’s going to be a toss up between The Bavarian Beer Garten and American Burgers and Fries for the last lunch in the big city. The Mongolians don’t have any coins for currency so I guess I’ll have to find something else to flip for it.


Captain’s Log, Supplemental

UB is an interesting mash-up of cultures and styles. The mode of dress can range from traditional robes to very modern/hip/chic. Casual dress is a weird mix of Japanese and western fashion. Teenagers look like teenagers the world over. Both men’s and women’s professional dress is your standard biz suit. Ads are definitely influenced by Japanese style and I’m not sure where they get the stuff they put on TV. Architecture is a mix of old and new, but the building that were built just 10 years ago look like they’ve been here since the fifties. This is the apartment building we are staying in for the next couple of nights. It’s only 10 years old. The building on the right are luxury condos, the buildings on the left are Soviet era apartments.

Went thru the liquor aisle of the grocery store yesterday looking for a small bottle of Jack Daniels. No small bottles, but they did have a 3 liter bottle of the stuff. I didn’t even look at the price. Never seen a 3 liter bottle of Jack.

Walking down the street today some kids saw that I was listening to an MP3 player. They pointed at it and then pointed to their ears. I served them up a dose of Green Day and then some Foo FIghters. I thought they were going to jump out of their skin. They didn’t speak a word of English, but music is universal, especially for teenagers and rock and roll.

Had Huevos Rancheros for breakfast this AM. We’re leaving Thursday AM for the first road trip. I guess we’ll start on the Mongolian food then. Oh, and by the way, all those Mongolian BBQs you see all over the place? That ain’t how they do things here.

Tues, 7/17

If you are trying to wrap your head around the time difference, for me trying to figure out the time in Colorado I subtract two hours and flip from night to day or vice versa. So, it’s 8:30AM here and that makes it 6:30PM Mountain time in the U.S.

Went to get registered with the Mongolian immigration office. Bureaucracy is truly the glue that holds the world together. Thankfully we had Shombodon, our main Mongolian contact person, there to guide us thru the process. WIll have to write to Lonely PLanet guide books and let them know they need to be a little more detailed in their description and the requirements.

Had Korean for lunch. Pretty good. Glad that we don’t have to worry about the food here. We will get our fill of Mongolian food once we leave the city.

Was stuck in rush hour traffic yesterday evening. Traffic here is everything you’d expect from a crowded, third world city. What a hoot! The craziest part is the pedestrians crossing the streets with little more than faith that the city bus bearing down on them will not flatten them. Boulevards that are marked for six lanes can easily accommodate 5 or six cars abreast in each direction and traffic lights are merely suggestions.

Sorry for the lack of photos today. It rained most of yesterday and we were running errands in preparation for the first road trip. We leave on Thursday and head east. I will walk around town and try to snag some photos and video today. Might even stop at the Bavarian Beer Garten for lunch.


Monday 7/16

Walked around UB yesterday. Fascinating mix of old and new. Maaike, my traveling companion, is amazed at the changes that have taken place since she was here 7 years ago. A lot of the old buildings have been torn down and replaced by gleaming new high rises. Went to the winter palace of Bogd Khan, a ruler from the turn of the 19th century.

Wanted to go to lunch and American Burgers and Fries, but it was closed since it was Sunday. That must be because it has an American owner. Nothing else in UB is closed. Went to Cafe Amsterdam instead. Had a salami sandwich and an orange Fanta. Walked around a little more and saw some interesting juxtapositions such as this Hummer, Spideman and Lenin in fron the the luxurious, Soviet era Hotel Mongolia (no affiliation with Hotel California). 

Had dinner at The Veranda. Another popular spot with dips and ex-pats. Good food and a pleasant place to eat. A fair walk from the hotel so I had a good appetite when we got there. Breakfast this morning was interesting. An egg, over hard, some sort of slaw made with an orange vegetable (maybe carrot?), a thick slab of fried bologna and a bowl of mushroom soup along with a cup of hot Lipton tea. Atypical of most third world countries, you don’t really have to worry about what you eat. You still want to stick with bottled water, but if you boil that you can drink it too, if you can get past the slight brown tinge to it. We’re getting ready to move into and apartment for a few days before we take off on our first road trip. It belongs to a friend of Maaike’s, but it was being used by somebody else the first few nights we were here. Today we go and register with the Mongolian immigration office so we don’t get detained or fined on the way out of the country.


The Long and Winding Road

First full day in Ulaan Bataar. Arrived yesterday at 10:50 AM. It certainly was an ordeal getting here. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a REALLY long trip. I thought the hardest part was going to be getting thru security. With 3 metal joints in my body, 35 pounds of camera gear and half of a Walgreens pharmacy in my bag I thought it would take forever for them to dig thru all of that. Nothing, they didn’t look in my bag or even wand any of my fake body parts. Popped a couple of Dalmane once I got on the flight to China and was asleep before we took off. Woke up about an hour before we landed. Both of my checked bags made it, much to my amazement. Had lunch at Millie’s, a fave hangout for diplomats and ex-pats. My first meal in Mongolia was a cheeseburger and fries. The place is owned by a Cuban so the hamburger had a distinct Cuban flavoring to it. Had Mongolian for dinner. Mutton noodle soup. Not bad. Not much going on today. Maaike, the author got in the day before me so we both need a day to to rest up and adjust to the new zone. Will walk around town for a bit and hopefully get some photos. Have yet to find the cord to plug in card reader so no photos today. Hopefully will be able to post some tomorrow.