This saturday a few expats headed to Gachuurt, 20 kilometer from UB and yet so different. A beautiful village by the river. Where Debora has been living for the last 5 years (i think).
Already exceptional place it reached a pick when you see the grass fighting it's way out and the river carries the ice that has been melting. The last 3 days we've been blessed by a unusual warm weather (unfortunately when i write this the winter made it's way back, today is particularly cold again!), spend this time by the river seemed to be the best option.
I should probably use this moment to explain what spring mean for mongolians. Contrary to Europeans, Mongolians despise the spring, as here spring carries the 4 seasons in one day, you can go from extremely hot to extremely cold in a matter of hours, but whatsmore it carries the so unpleasant dust/sand storms... it can sometime make it difficult to see more that a few meters ahead, plus the disagreeable taste in your mouth and your crying eyes.. the other day was quite exceptional, i should carry my camera around to prove it to you, the visibility was almost nile....
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