Ich bin endlich in Darkhan angekommen und lebe mich gerade in meiner Wohnung und der Schule ein.
Am Montagmorgen, 22.Februar, haben mich Aline und Rahel nach Zuerich gebracht. Mein Lufthansaflug wurde gestrichen, gluecklicherweise konnte ich aber auf den naechsten Flug umbuchen, welcher veeeery nearly been enough to still have to catch my connecting flight to Beijing. Of course it would have passed even without huge stress, I would have to first go to the Air China switch found to get the boarding card. In any case, I've caught the flight and even a good seat on the floor. The flight itself was so boring that I hardly remember any more. I have the few acceptable films looked at me and waited as dedicated to the really good food, and read a lot. So I survived the nine hours without sleep. Then I had 6 hour stay in Beijing, what with the security controls already had something shorter. The terminal was empty and I had no desire to return (or have) all the checks only to go to a different end of the airport to sehen.Schliesslich I met a Swede and was able to time bridging with a conversation. However, my connecting flight was also deleted because it is in Ulaanbataar to be windy to land (there is only one runway, so it can not otherwise be served in case of bad weather, the city.). So we were transported by bus to a hotel in Beijing (at least we were not gewzungen to arrange a transit visa) and were able to spend the night eating at the expense of AirChina and (very Chinese, very salty). So I have also met quite a few people, and some addresses. One was Azaa, which is studying journalism in Austria in UB family visited. Julia (USA) for 4 weeks via an American organization in UB where she does something with Human Rights and Guillaume (F) for at least a year working in a mine in southern Mongolia. The other people were all a bit older than me, most were away on business (Thais, Irishmen, Englishmen, Australians -> mine workers, German, Chinese and Mongols, of course).
On Wednesday, we could then take the afternoon flight to UB and I was identified as picked up by his wife Amartuvshin Munkhtuya. She went with me to the "Registrierungsbuero" and then to the bus station. There, she bought me a ticket for the 18:00 bus, as though a minibus full of grad was, she decided, my luggage and me reinzuquetschen there. The 3.5 hour bus ride was not very comfortable, the prospect of her really atemberaubend.Ich the ride was so up to the time when I hurt all enjoy very much. Once in Darkhan, it was dark and * cold. I managed to find a toilet (toilet? Toilet?) And suddenly was Tugsuu (Oyuntugs, an English teacher who was in the fall in Schaffhausen) there to pick me up.
I was really happy, because few people speak English on the street and in this cold weather really does no one at the "bus" was. Shortly thereafter, nor did Khisigee (Hischge "), which also works at the School # 19. They brought me to my apartment where I live with Jaisri, a teacher from Malaysia.
At our school there are some foreigners, I will certainly be in my next post about something they write. Right now I'm just starting to know life here, without which Mongolian or Cyrillic Kent portraits can be quite intimidating. Some important rules I've learned: The niiiiieee bag on the floor. This is certainly not in Mongolia. If you notice yourself not mans will certainly addressed at some point by a Mongols out. Second, find it disgusting that people here, to blow in tissues, especially when this later stuffed into his pocket. Here is just snorting :-)
