Woke up at 5:30am the day following the national park adventure and boarded a plane. Local politicians moving about closed roads, necessitating a dusty, dangerous, drifting, dodging, deadly detour. We still got there on time. Flew to the city of Hovd, which is a soviet inspired (?) concrete block town between gorgeous mountains and rivers, lakes and mythical animals. Not far from the bridge over the buyant river we found the cover of the lonely planet guide book, but photos will probably not be posted for some time. (Sorry!).
After an afternoon siesta we had a traditional mongolian dinner of lamb, veggies, and pancakes, which was extremely filling. It brought a nice closure to the day in which we'd seen not one, but two rather basic butcheries in the downtown black market.
Later that evening we dodged mosquitos to find our way to a very echoey concrete sub-basement with a table fixed in the middle of the room, and the walls painted in different horizontal shades of blue. Just when we were getting ready to begin carving strokes in the wall table tennis bats appeared and we (myself and a travel companion Jon) were soundly defeated.
Today we plan to visit the Aimag museum and then catch a 7 hour ride to the next town, Bayan-Olgii!
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