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It commemorates the Mongolians in the Russian army's march from Moscow (1943) to Berlin (1945), as shown by the circuitous route shown on the base. The fellows below it are Dan and Anand, the two other consultants in the hotel. Dan is a keen marathoner, and did this year's London Marathon in 2 hours 41 minutes - almost up there with the Kenyans!
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But whenever I come back to the hotel, I need to go through this incredible square - it's like passing Buckingham Palace every time I go anywhere - quite a treat!
It is of course very popular meeting place - at all hours, and there are a lot of very fine roller bladers too enjoying the flat surfaces.
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Another Brit I have seen quite a bit of is Andrew Laurie, a biodiversity conservationist in a UNDP project. He was here last time I was here. It turns out that his Dad and Uncle were both Cambridge rowers and knew my pa, your grandpa. His uncle rowed in fact in the same eight at the Berlin Olympic games. Here he is outside his office in the National Hydro-meteorology Institute, where some fairly non-Mongolian polar bear statues had been placed. Definitely a sign of global warming.

One of the other joys has been to start running again. Last week, I went on my first hash here since back in 2001. Luckily the rendezvous information on the website, of 6.30pm every Tuesday, outside the Bayongol Hotel, posted back in 1999, was still valid ten years later. There were about 20 folk, of all ages, and half a dozen dogs. There were in fact more walkers than runners. I have to confess that I was both - those hills are quite tough. But it was fun running/walking through a 'ger' campsite for tourists

One of the pleasures of being here is the wide variety of restaurants. Normally I go out with some of the other UN consultants in the same hotel, a Brit and an Indian. One night, I went out on my own to a Korean restaurant. I was joined this time by this little fellow, who fancied one of the many dishes I was given, while his parents guzzled away at theirs at the next table. He was not shy!
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