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Could you find
the electrical installation? |
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There is no doubt, this is our train ;-) |
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Come on guys, it's only a thousand kilometers to
Ulan Bator... |
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Just after crossing the border, a Mongolian post |
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Our first contact with the local fauna. A little
bit of chatting and they invited us to some vodka. |
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This poor dog didn’t have any hidden bone, you
could see them all... |
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A little of time for relax. Albert risking his
head and Iván writing the logbook and managing the pictures. |
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View of Ulan
Bator from the monument to the Russian soldiers that helped
Mongolia during the war against Japan |
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Most of the
toursists had horns... |
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The big square of Ulan Bator, with the mausoleum
of the local communist hero (Sühbaatar). This mummy goes
one month a year to Moscow, to preserve it in good conditions |
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Sühbaatar, the
Mongolian Lenin |
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Getting used
to the local uses. This is not the Aserejé, but close... |
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The doormen of
the disco. |
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I would bet the one with beard is not local. They
didn’t stop reading prayers in Tibetan. |
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Spinning the wheel |
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Albert, working hard to win the Pulitzer. |
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It felt
like I could feel the heat from the volcanoes |
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Ok, you are right, but I’m not the only one
looking stupid in pictures. |
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We stayed at a
guy's that we met in the train. At the left his wife, then the
daughter, our driver, a freak at the right, and in the center
the true Mongolian omelette |
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Just read the sign. Easy number, isn’t it? |
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Nice place for
a bus stop. |
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There are thousands of dinosaurs in the Gobi
desert (or were) |
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I hope the
police won’t find it bad parked. |
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About half of the population of Mongolia lives in
the traditional nomad tents, even in the cities there are
neighborhoods of tents like this |
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Don’t leave
him alone, just to avoid him hurting... the yack |
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One of my
favourite pics, by the way :) |
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They shouldn't be left by
themselves... |
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Drinking mare’s milk with tea, and as a dessert,
curdled milk of yack... with sugar. |
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The Genghis
Kan of the XXI century |
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He
just loved this pose... |
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We missed you so much, dear
Vladimir Ilich! |
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Alright, I like to take silly pictures. |
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We were in the
surroundings of the former biggest Buddhist temple in Mongolia.
It little pots like this they used to cook several cows and
yacks at the same time. Being 3.500 monks, it makes sense... |
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Don’t look at me like that! |
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A bold kid in
one of these temples, cannot be other than Krilin (Dragon Ball
cartoon). |
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Ruins of
Manzshir Monastery.
The kid didn’t stop running... probably he did something bad |
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Actually the monks had quite a nice view, at
least during summer. |
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Inside our
Gher... No water, no electricity. I would say that the pasta and
lamb stew produced us some co-lateral effects... |
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The mighty Mongolian cavalry |
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I am gonna shoot you a penalty kick! |
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Bogd Khan Palace
Doesn’t it look like that it is going to fall
down with a blown of wind? |
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Just the real
Bull-Fighter! |
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