Northern Mongolia: a journey into the Taiga

Day 1: The black market The text of a nearby ad caught my eye as we waited at the baggage carousel. It was written in two scripts, and to my surprise, neither of them used the Latin alphabet. I could have at least learned the Mongolian phrase for “thank you”, I thought to myself. We grabbed our bags and found the exit. Amongst the people waiting in arrivals, I saw someone holding a sign that said…