August 2. ULAN UDE  The train ride to Ulan Ude was very comfortable.    We had opted for our own cabin for an additional $10 and it was money well   spent.  We were on the Mongolian train (Chinese and Russian trains also go the   Ulan Ude) so the seat benches were covered in decorative rugs with another   decorative rug on the floor.  Time seemed to go by quickly, as it often does on   trains, and before we knew it someone was coming through the carriage and   passing out exit documents for Mongolia.  We had departed at 10am and it was   already 8pm.  That process took a couple of hours but was fairly painless.   
          The cross to Russia took longer than expected.  The train stopped in the   middle of nowhere as military personnel on both sides of the tracks investigated   the outside of the train with the aid of bright lights.  The customs and   immigration process on the Russian side took some time as well.  They opened   every possible comparment of the train, looking for people or goods that were   traveling illegally.  It was very thorough but, for the most part, the officials   were pleasant.  The immigration officials collected the passports and took them   away for scrutiny.  The customs officials went to the extent of actually looking   in our bags, which was unexpected.  They looked in Rob's backpack and my   daypack.  It didn't appear that they were trying to give us a hard time but   needed to look in someone's bags so it might as well be ours.  I had a copy of   Dostoevsky's "Crime and Punishment"  in the top of my pack and the customs   official took it out to show to his comrade.  They smirked and told me to be   careful.  I offered to surrender the book if it was controversial but they said   that it wasn't necessary.  The immigration officials returned our passports   without requesting any other documentation but just as we were getting our   sheets out they came by again and gave us another set of stamps.  So we appeared   to be double approved for entry into Russia.  It as about 2:30.  
          We arrived at Ulan Ude station at about 7:30 in the morning.  After the long   night of immigration and customs exercises we had fallen into a deep sleep and   the carriage attendant had to bang on our cabin door to wake us up.   We   couldn't check into our hotel until noon so we parked ourselves the train   station waiting area.  It was pretty dead.  There were just a few other folks   around sleeping over the tops of their bags.  We did the same.  The place   gradually livened up and a little coffee kiosk opened in a the corner.  There   was a young stray cat lurking around and was the delight of a small boy who   chasing it around the room.  That even make smiles crack on this stone faced   bunch. 
          At about 10:30 we decided to give our hotel a try and caught a cab.  They   checked us in immediately.  It wasn't worth the $100/night we were made to pay   our travel agent in UB but it was comfortable.  We seemed to be off in left   field near a neighborhood of old wooden Siberian homes but found a super market   and hot dog stand just around the corner from our hotel.  The super market was   more like a bunch of individual shops selling everything from meat and cheese to   candy and detergent.  We grabbed some cheese and bread.  Our first actual meal   in Russia was hot dogs, Pepsi's and Lay's potato chips, sitting under a Coca   Cola umbrella while we watched some local kids try to break dance.  Not the far   eastern Russian experience we were expecting! 
          After feeding ourselves we walked into the little city of Ulan Ude to visit   the local History Museum.  It housed a really exceptional selection of Tibetan   Buddhist art from China, Tibet, and other regions.   Ulan Ude is the capital of   the Buryat Autonomous Region.  The Buryat are also practitioners of the Tibetan   form of Buddhism.  The museum had some beautiful statues and an interesting   collection of old thanghkas describing the various medicines and diagnoses of   Tibetan medicine.  I had never seen anything quite like them.  The rest of the   museum house a nice exhibit on the Buryat people, including some costumes from   their previous shamanist faith, and a archaeological section. 
          From the museum we walked through town to the main food market, a bigger   version of the market we found near our hotel.  This one was warehouse sized and   each person behind the counters was wearing a cute uniform.  The mostly blue   with little hate.  It was like something out of the 1950's.  They were amused   when we took some photos.  Outside the food market was a general market selling   clothes, CDs, books, etc.   
          The town was full of quaint little wooden Siberian houses, famous for their   ornately carved wooden trim.  We eventually came upon the trading arcade, which   was beginning to look like a more modern strip mall while still retaining the   more charming older architecture.  The shops sold everything from designer   clothing to toiletries.  Little summer "garden" restaurants had been set up   everywhere to sell hot dogs, ice creams, soda and, most importantly, beer!    Behind the trading arcade was the not-so-big department store.  People were   giving children pony rides in the parking lot. 
          At this point we were on the main drag through town and kept walking past all   of the shops until we reached the opera house which overlooked the city   skyline.  It was a pretty little city was many trees and onion domed churches   sticking up above the rooftops.  The weather had been nice all day and was so   refreshing after all of the rain.  At the top of the hill the downtown area came   to an end at a big communist style square.  The most striking feature of the   square was this enormous head of Lenin, and I do mean enormous.  The head was   mounted on a giant pedestal and just stared spookily off into the distance.    This head must have been 15-20 feet high!    
          We ate a restaurant just off of the Lenin head square before heading back to   our hotel and enjoy a soak in our nice hot bath.  And, the pillows on the bed   were soft. 
          August 3. ULAN UDE  The following morning we still had great weather.    Conveniently there was an ATM and travel agent in our hotel lobby so we stocked   up on rubles and got a train ticket to Irkutsk for the next morning.  From our   hotel we walked down to the train station and found a taxi to take us to the   Ivolginsk Datsan, the large temple complex outside Ulan Ude.  We had to   negotiate for the taxi and were vexed by a slimy driver that wanted to charge us   $30, double what it should cost.  He even followed us to harass the other driver   we negotiated with and pressured him to give us a higher price.  The second   driver had already offered us something lower but when the bully driver   interject the price went up.  As soon as he left the other man lowered his price   again.  It was reasonable and he was a nice old man with a kind face.  The other   guy looked like a thug. That was a lesson to us to look more closely as them   before tried to bargain. 
          The drive to the Datsan was about 30 mintues.  Once we left Ulan Ude we   entered nice green countryside with white stupas scattered here and there.    Before reaching the monastery we passed through a charming little town full of   wooden houses.  From the highway we could see the main temple hall across the   fields.  It was really a more impressive sight than I was expecting.  We pulled   up to the side gate, near a plethora of stands selling religious souvenirs.    Inside the fence of the monastery looked more like a little village than a   temple complex.  An exception to Buddhist practice in the Buryat region is that   the monks are allows to marry.  So, inside the grounds of the monastery were   rows of little wooden Siberian-style homes.  They were an interesting contrast   to the more non descript lodging found in the monasteries of Tibet.  They added   a lot of color and life to the area.   
          After we entered the gate we noticed the kora starting to our left.  We   followed the path, spinning the prayers wheels along the way.  After coming   around the back of the grounds we approached the main set of temples.  Facing us   from the opposite side was a house with two lions at the front door.  This was   the home of the head Lama, the head of Buddhism in Russia.  The temple buildings   were fairly new and not terribly interesting but the mixture of the   Tibetan-style temples with the Siberian wooden homes was fantastic.  There was   chanting going on inside the main temple so we quietly walked in and made a loop   around the hall.  I found an beautiful set of prayer beads made of bone, copper,   coral and turquoise.  I had looked for prayer beads at every Tibetan temple I   had been to in the last year (Tibet, China, Mongolia) and they all pretty much   looked the same except for this one.  I bough it. 
          After a nice leisurely stroll around the Datsan and completing the kora walk   we jumped back in our cab.  The sun was getting lower and we thought we would   try to make the outdoor Ethnological Museum before dark.  For some reason our   taxi driver couldn't take us there but passed us off to another driver before   heading off.  He passed us in his car as we left town in the other direction and   honked.  He must have been done for the day.  Maybe his wife had dinner   waiting.  The Ethnological Museum was a worthwhile visit.  It was a collection   of building typical of the region, including a Buryat ger, Evenki teepee, and   various styles of wooden architecture.  The large wooden church with green onion   domes was the highlight along side a collection of homes with lacey wooden   shutters.  The Evenki teepees reminded me of my American history and the story   of the Native American Indians having come to North America from Asia via a land   bridge over the Bering Straight.  I could certainly see the similarity in some   of their living customs. 
          We caught a bus back to our hotel and ate hot dogs again.  The only snack   we'd had all day were some Mongolian style turnovers with mutton and shish   kebabs.  On the street corner near our hotel was a Kvas selling, a local ale.    People were queued up for this traditional Russian drink, sort of like a mild   cider, being served out of a kind of large metal barrel on wheels. 
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