A Wet Ulaanbaatar Saturday

After our lovely day in the countryside yesterday we have today spent a very quiet Saturday mostly in our apartment with some time out with Tugsoo and her family to celebrate a belated Children’s Day.

In our part of town district 11 there are no organized curbs or gutters for water. They exist, but in isolation. The drainage system appears, at least from our perspective to be just as chaotic as the traffic. Apartment buildings have down pipes, but they seem to go nowhere; fountains of water gush from the bottom of the downpipes and make great water pools in the street. The combination of broken roads, pavement and lumps of concrete in the streets make for an interesting path to walk. It is all taken in the stride of the people. The city appears to spend money on monuments, new parks with sculpture and rows of fancy blue street lights but we would ask perhaps some more infrastructure on the ground for the people would be good.

We have also lost our free Wifi and have no idea if it will come back on again, hence back perhaps to frequenting wifi cafes and restaurants to work and upload posts and check email.

Thinking of the countryside And the how the dry earth will be appreciating and absorbing the soaking rain. More rain forecast in the next few days.

Tomorrow we have two more children celebrations. Both for hair cutting ceremonies. We have been invited by two families to help in the family celebrations of the childrens first hair cuts. It is custom to not cut a child’s hair until age two for female and four for male child. The first hair cut is a ceremony of gifts and money for the child and in return the guest takes the scissors and cuts a little piece of the hair to keep while giving great wishes for a good life to the child. When the guests have taken their piece of hair the child is shaved by the family elder, perhaps the grandfather or paternal father. This tradition has been taking place for centuries.