Mongolian cashmere is of top quality. For many years the design of the garments didn't really do justice to the quality of the cashmere, but nowadays there are really nice things to be found. For the best bargains you can go to the factory outlets that are located on the outskirts of UB.
Here you can see two happy shoppers with a bag full of supersoft sweaters and scarves.
As if this shopping wasn't enough, we continued this morning but with less fancy things, like batteries. A few weeks ago I wrote about the Black Market. Close to it is an indoor market which is similar but much smaller, Sunday Plaza. To get there we took the microbus, known as микро here. These are part of the public transport network in UB, but I had never taken one before since it's very difficult to understand which bus goes where and since they are always crammed, to say the least. The one this morning was also crammed - we were 17 people on board, but this didn't seem to be the limit: the ticket seller (who is always on board and whom I counted among the 17) was calling out for more passengers. I was quite happy that he was unsuccessful in his attempt. Sardines in a can have more space than we did.
As an ardent reader of the blog, I cannot help noticing there have been very few comments lately. I suspect most of your readers, like myself, are overwhelmed by all the interesting facts and the nice photos, and we do not necessarily feel we have much to offer in the way of comments. Which is a problem, because then you don't know if anyone is still reading your blog. Be assured, we are! "Did you read Annettes latest entry" is a question one often hears at the coffee break.
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