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Guide: As you can see, we don’t have very many older worshipers in this monastery. That is because we have only been around for a few years.
Tourist: What about the monk sitting over there? He looks pretty old.
Guide: The one in back? He is not actually a member of this monastery. He came in from Tibet at the request of the head master.
Tourist: You mean…
Guide: Yep. He’s imported.
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If I ever actually heard the name of this monastery, i didn’t get it written down, and I can’t translate the Cyrillic on the top of the building, so I’m not sure what to call it.
1. View from the parking lot. The place is on the edge of town. The building was built in 2011. The group dates back to 1990, and a proud to have such a long history. Remember, all religion was crushed under Communism.
“We’ve had so many people who passed those computer tests down at Job Service but couldn’t do anything once we hired them. That’s why we’re going to have to ask you to show us you know how to be an accountant.” The interviewer smiled oh-so-sweetly while standing over the chair she wanted Suzie to sit in.
“Right. It’s got nothing to do with free labor.” Suzie smiled back before glancing at the open door to her right. Was there really any point in finishing this interview?
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We stopped off at a monastery on our way back to Ulaanbaatar from the preserve. I never caught the name of it, so I can’t tell you, but of the three we visited, this was my favorite. And not just because it was so pretty inside.
This monastery had a much more open attitude toward things like photography, the lifestyles of the monks, and friendliness to foreigners. They made us feel welcome.
Jill: Jack, you don’t look so good. Are you really afraid of flying? You were fine on all the trips before.
Jack: No, it’s because we’re going home.
Jill: So?
Jack: To your mother.
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Mom: This way. Hurry up. We’ll be late.
Big Brother: Oh, shiny! Wheeeee.
Little Brother: Mooooom. Brother’s going off on his own again.
Mom: Ignore him. He’ll come running once he sees we’ve gone. We don’t have time to wait for him.
Little Brother: But Mom, he’s having more fun!
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Yep, still Mongolia. We hiked in to the slot canyons.
1. This is the view at the end, looking back.
By the time they’d crossed the long bridge across the Mississippi which marked the change from Minnesota to Wisconsin, Drew was feeling good about this trip. They passed through the lush green hills, under the increasingly frequent underpasses, and off the interstate on the North side of town while Trent cracked jokes.
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We saw a lot of rough roads in Mongolia. The guide said they were trying to build one that would run all the way from the far eastern edge of the country to the farthest west, but that progress was slow for a variety of reasons including climate. On another occasion he said the roads in Ulaanbaatar were bad partly because of corruption. I understood this intellectually, but it didn’t really connect until I saw this.
Jill: You were right. We should stay here for the Summer Solstice. It’s so beautiful and the days are so long. I mean, get a load of that view!
Jack: I changed my mind. I want to go back right away.
Jill: What? Why?
Jack: I don’t want to miss the Solstice.
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Tourist: You say wrestling is one of Mongolia’s greatest sports, right after horse racing and archery, but so far we haven’t seen any wrestlers.
Guide: Then you must not have been looking. We’re about to drive by a couple of kids practicing now. Check it out. There’s their trainer at the side of the road.
Tourist: Oh. So that’s what they were doing.
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