The concrete clock on this building, near the severely run-down hotel where I am staying, permanently reads 10:10:30. The languages spoken here are Kazakh, Mongolian, and Russian - none of which I can handle - so the chances are slim that I'll find out what exactly the significance of 10:10 and 30 seconds is.
I have tried to avoid cheap puns on this blog, but I don't have the willpower to resist the temptation here ... to ... avoid calling this... a ... [arrrghhhh - don't give in!] ... a ... a... CASH COW!
A Kazakh bard.
BEWARE OF OPEN MANHOLES. As in Ulaanbaatar, and all the rest of Mongolia, manhole covers were looted in the period after the collapse of the Soviet Union. These guarantors against a hapless ten foot drop into the bowels of the underground were then sold to Chinese dealers in scrap metal. ...I would hate to be a blind man in a Mongolian city.