"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? -- it's the too-huge wor...
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I was expecting big, hot and busy when I set off for Beijing. Words failed as soon as I arrived.
Not that you could call Ulaanbaatar a dyed-in-the-wool Asian city. You can feel the Russian presence even though Mongolians are fiercely proud of their independence.
I chose to not risk oversleeping in Irkutsk by staying up and drinking beer in Harat's Pub near the hostel with a chatty boxing trainer who shared his chicken wings.
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