Things do not change often in Mongolia. This is something that I have seen over the past two months. However, when it is time for change in Mongolia, it just happens. Winter gave way to Spring overnight. One day the trees were bare, the next day that had leaves. The cool of spring gave way to summer. One day, 16 degrees Celsius, the next, 33.
Now, only three weeks later, the same trees have their flowers and seeds. Today walking around was pleasant in the 35 degree sunshine – but unpleasant when it came time to breathe as thousands (dare I say millions) of soft, feathery white seeds from the trees were carted across Ulaanbaatar on the breeze.
All or nothing. When it is time for a change in Mongolia, then it is a complete 100% change – an immediate change.
Thomo's Hole 