Oct. 1- Back in U.B. for a few days. We gypsy cabbed it to the center of town, hit the post office for postcards, & ate lunch at an outdoor cafe. This time, we only found one hair in one of the soups. We had stopped in a store to shop for khazak tapestries, but couldn't agree on price with the salesman (he plays hardball & we weren't desperate). While at the cafe, a girl came up to us and offered to sell the tapestry she had in a plastic bag. Did she see us in the store? Who cares, the price was more than right, and all of these have hung in a ger for decades, so the stench didn't scare us off.
While back at the State Dept. Store, Suzanne told us about the "postcard guy" (we'll call him PG) who grabs women's chest. Just as she's describing his antics, PG rounds the corner towards us! He immediately shoves a postcard towards JJ to read. She backs away instead of leaning in to look, and PG misses his target on his signature move! After shooing him away, we bought a few souvenirs & ended the afternoon at Charming Beauty for hot-rock massages.
Later that evening, we met up with Suzanne's friends- Darren, Tracy, Eggy and her son Tingis- for dinner at a great Mongolian restaurant. The food was really good...and the best part- NO HAIR in our schnitzel! They saved the hair for Suzanne's beef tips at this restaurant - yes, 3 out of 3 meals in UB restaurants were hair positive! After passing on the $5-$10 mugs, we hit the Black Cat w/Suzanne & Tracey for a nightcap. It was there that we met a table of Mongolian guys who were having a very nice time & invited us out dancing, but we had to decline since they were about 8 shots ahead of us. They made one last attempt to rope Jason into the dance club, but JJ wouldn't let him answer and pulled him out the door. But first, we were able to finagle 2 Gingis Khan mugs out of this place for a whopping 80 cents each, & were off to bed.
Oct. 2- Scrambled eggs & toast for brekky- wow! We hit the Black Market, a flea market where one can buy literally everything and anything- from socks & underwear to art to antiques to tools. Suzanne never goes to the BM without her dowel ( a small wooden stick) due to the fact that muggings are common. We stuck close to her side...to...er...umm...protect her. Basically, if anyone gets too close, she starts swinging it around like an extension of her hand. Well, it worked- she cleared a path all afternoon wherever she walked. Jason found an exact replica of Bambulai's pants that he liked, & quickly bought them. After a few more souvenir purchases, we were back in a gypsy cab to Michelle's French Bakery for an afternoon delight.
We went back one last time to the ger souvenir store (located on the old Buddhist temple property) and bought some last minute souvenirs. After a 20 minute ride from Suzanne's housekeeper for $4.20, we were at the airport ready to say goodbye to Mongolia.
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