Welcome to Mongolia

I am continually amazed at the amount of traffic in this city. Most roads are painted so that there are two lanes in each direction. Well, the lines are very faded, but even if they were freshly painted bright yellow that glowed in the dark, the Mongolians still wouldn’t care. On a most days the make three lanes out of two lane roads, but occasionally, they’ll try for four. One particular instance stands out in my mind that I don’t think I will forget for a long time. All six of the Deans, John, and I were crammed into the Dean’s small SUV, driving to a restaurant. We were in the third lane, closest to oncoming traffic, on a two lane road. Traffic was moving very slowly, and the person in front of us apparently didn’t want to wait. So, all of sudden, he pulled into oncoming traffic, drove about ten yards, then stopped. So now cars are coming right at him, honking at him, and driving so close to him I was sure he was going to get hit. Then, after about five seconds, he just pulled in front of the car that was previously in front of him. Welcome to Mongolia.