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Ulan Batar is impossible to spell. Written in Mongolian it’s barely legible to foreign idiots like me, and the rest of the time you spend trying to decide where the double vowels go. Ulaan Baatar is one variation. Ulaan Bataar is another. There are more as well, and none of them give you a really [...]

Why take the plane when you can spend four days in abject misery and discomfort, buffeted at every turn by drunk Russian soliders and drinking vodka? Read on to see whether you should tear up your frequent-flier number.