Burma Adopts A New Flag Today!

We were on our way to Shwedagon Pagoda today, when our taxi driver casually informed us that Burma adopted a new flag this morning! He pointed to a bright multi-colored flag flying from one of the government buildings, as we zoomed by. We asked around, and most people on the streets, and in our hotels had no idea this happened. There was supposedly something on the local news, but as most working people here have no access to television during the day, the change went unnoticed by the masses. However, I later discovered that Wikipedia has already updated their Flag of Burma page with the following: ‘The new flag has 3 horizontal bands of color, light green, dark green, and red from top to bottom. A large white star is situated in the middle of the flag. There has been no official explanation as to what these aspects symbolize.’ Hopefully, the new brighter flag will be a cheery harbinger of good things to come for this country!

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Back to Burma

We are flying into Rangoon tomorrow and will be in Burma for the next 28 days, as long as their Social Visa allows us to stay. Needless to say internet access is a bit sketchy within Rangoon, and very unreliable, at best, in other smaller towns and cities around the country. The following month will be very interesting culturally and historically, full of festivals and the country’s first election in 20 years. Staying true to ‘Our Traveling Circus’ moniker, we will be all over the map, chasing our whims, bright lights, laughter, and fireworks. Hopefully we will be able to make the rounds and witness the joys and celebrations of these beautiful and resilient people. We will try to update Our Traveling Circus, and stay on the cyber-map, as much as possible. Thanks for sharing in our journey. Exciting times!

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An Afternoon at Wat Pho

After a botched couchsurfing tour of some of Bangkok’s wats, or temples, we decided to take the matter into our own sweaty hands, and hopped onto a public riverboat, cruised down the Chao Phraya River, and spent an incredible afternoon at Wat Pho. Wat Pho or Wat Phra Chetuphon, is the oldest and largest wat in Bangkok, and houses the largest reclining Buddha, Phra Buddhasaiyas, in all of Thailand! It was built in the 16th century during the Ayutthaya Period and then almost completely rebuilt by King Rama, in 1785. In addition to the Reclining Buddha, Wat Pho is made up of several brightly tiled and gilded pagodas, and houses over a thousand Buddha images and statues. We were also treated to a school field trip, consisting of a swarm of smartly uniformed, well behaved students. Although we had fun snapping tons of pictures of scenery and the locals, we found Wat Pho a bit too touristy for our comfort; it felt a bit more like a tourist trap with its overpriced gift shops and massage parlors, than a working temple and monastery, which it also is. The giant Reclining Buddha is also chopped up into sections, by thick columns supporting its ornately decorated roof, so that an unobstructed frontal view is nigh impossible. Nevertheless, Wat Pho is definately a ‘must-see’ in Bangkok, for its tons of jaw dropping-ly beautiful artifacts and architecture, and the priceless opportunity to mix with wonderful wonderers and super-sweet locals. Grab a cool coconut from the roadside stands across from the entrance and get ready for a transcendent adventure!

Our Expenses: We love a cheap day out, and got a lot of bang for our Bhat at Wat Pho! Use our Currency Convertor to convert Thai Bahts into the currency of your country!

Admission to Wat Pho: 50 Baht/ person

One-Way Public Riverboat: 15 Baht/ person

Coconut Juice: 20 Baht/ coconut

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Some Mongolian Customs

The following list of Mongolian customs are compiled with the help of our friends: Nara, Ugi, Usukh, Tsagaantsooj, Uyangaa, and Priscilla. Thanks guys, and we miss you!!!

Ovoos are mounds of stones and wood found on hilltops in the Mongolian countryside. It is customary to circle clockwise around ovoos three times, adding rocks onto the heap, while thinking of your wishes. Small offerings of food, money, or vodka are left on the pile, and blue scarves called khadags are tied around protruding sticks, to pay respect to the sky gods and spirits of ancestors.

If you see a crow before noon it is considered lucky, because the crow is delivering God’s good news. However, if you see a crow after noon, it is delivering bad news from evil spirits. If you see a crow after noon you say, “Bring us good news, take away bad news. Crow, you live 300 years, and have 3 white eggs.”

It is custom to serve milk tea to visitors immediately upon arrival. The visitor should accept the tea with their right hand, or with both hands, and never with the left hand alone.

You mustn’t step on the threshold when visiting a Mongolian house or ger. You also shouldn’t touch the door frame with both hands as you pass. It has something to do with carrying out the dead.

Mongolians did not celebrate their birthdays before the Mongolian People’s Revolution in the 1920’s. The Russians came in then and started the whole birthday celebration thing.

Nudging people out of the way is common and socially acceptable, BUT if you accidentally step on or bump someone else’s foot, you must immediately shake his/ her hand, with your right hand, or he/ she will be deeply offended!

If you trip when leaving a Mongolian house or ger you come back inside, and make a fire to prevent losing wealth. However if you trip when entering a Mongolian house or ger you will gain some wealth.

Mongolians sprinkle milk or vodka as an offering to the gods of the sky before a long journey.

Mongolians believe that they come from the union of the wolf and the deer. The wolf represents the man, and the deer, the woman. It is very good luck to see or kill a wolf.

The numbers 6 and especially 7 are unlucky numbers. Lucky numbers are 8 and 9.

Mongols wish upon, and take energy from the full moon. If the full moon falls on the 9th day in the lunar calendar, you can wish for anything.

When you are giving a gift, money, or anything of value to Mongolians hand it over as if it is precious, and treating the recipient with honor. If you are giving or receiving a gift, do so standing and present/receive with both hands. Never toss or be flippant with anything of value to a Mongolian. Even if you are paying someone back, you must never toss money.

Most Mongolians do not celebrate Christmas, but they do incorporate elements of Christmas, into their New Year’s festivities. For example, one week before the New Year, Mongolians put out a New Year’s tree, which looks and is decorated like a Christmas tree. Winter Grandfather, who resembles an older (if that’s possible) version of Santa, dressed all in white, accompanied by Snow Girl, gives out presents to children, for New Year celebrations.

***If you are familiar with Mongolian customs, and would like to elaborate, or correct some of our entries, please feel free to add your comments below. We would like to make this a growing list!***

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One Night In Bangkok…Suvamabhumi Airport!

Traveling on a shoestring budget means getting the most bang for your buck, so when we zombied into Bangkok at midnight, the logical thing for us was to spend the rest of the night at the airport, until we could check into our hotel later that day! Because we ARE a traveling circus, we seldom plan past tomorrow, so we like to get our bearings upon arrival at airports. We approached fellow travelers, arriving and departing, and got the lowdown on their planning and experiences, respectively. Airports are also a great place to pick up important words and phrases in the local language, because there is a high probability that attendants at ticket counters, or information booths are also fluent in English. We stocked up on free city maps, cash from the ATM, and a SIM card for our phone. We also grilled the info booth for SkyTrain routes, popular attractions, embassy information, and even local hangouts. After about an hour of purposeful meandering, we split some scrambled eggs and two steaming mounds of rice at a posh little restaurant, then pushed our luggage around the four levels of the cavernous Suvamabhumi to snap fellow frugal vagabonds stretching out on stainless steel metal benches, sans armrests (a welcome bonus for airport sleeping comfort)! We met a sweet couple, who were on our plane from Beijing, and found out they were on their honeymoon; congrats to Ryan and Zhan! We kept Rohan, from Mumbai, company while he waited for his mates to stagger back from their night of partying, before jetting back to India. He gave us the ins-and-outs of his vacation in Thailand, and even caught us up on the India- Pakistan conflict. It was a bit too cold for our liking, but we took turns and managed some short snores in between roaming, chatting, and shooting pictures. All in all it was a long but a fruitful first night in Bangkok!

So after reading this we bet you can’t wait to spend a night at the airport. Check out The Guide to Sleeping In Airports. Sweet dreams!

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Narantuul: UB’s Not-So-Black Market

Narantuul is a sprawling labyrinth bazaar that promises deals and danger. Our Mongolian friends, and more experienced expats, filled our ears with stories of tourists getting hassled and robbed, by gangs of men! Steeling ourselves for a daring encounter with greasy, vodka-laced marauders, we kept an eye out and readied to throttle at the onset of a scuffle. Thantcyn handed me our tiny camera, and said if something goes down, you get it on video. The market should fear us! We trimmed down, carrying only bare essentials: a cell phone, money, and our pocket sized camera. For three consecutive days we found ourselves at Narrantuul, each time with a different set of friends: first Americans, then French, to feel out the bargains, and finally with Mongolians, to close our deals!

Narantuul was a veritable land of wants and needs. You could end up acquiring hardware, jewelry, fur hats, pets, freshly butchered meat, horse riding supplies, custom made boots, traditional clothing, new ‘antiques’, illegal dinosaur eggs, or even an entire ger. We negotiated for an antique snuff bottle, carved with a curious coiling dragon, the top half of a Mongolian wrestling uniform, and heavy deels to keep us warm. Haggling is minimal with only a slight drop in price. Shady merchants develop amnesia, hiking their bargains up moments before purchase. Shrewd shoppers learn to walk away, and finalize their purchases another day.

Enjoy a cool cup of kvas, a Russian beverage, made of fermented rye, near the gate, for a mere 250 tugriks. Be wary of puddles, giant carpet rolls swinging wildly around at head level, people nudging past with well-timed elbows, and coin mongers following you around with their transparent small talk. If you are lucky, you might witness a merchant blessing her booth with newly acquired bills from a sale; it is a quaint gesture, reverently sweeping bills across merchandise waiting to be bought, with breathy mumbles.

After the constant foreboding from locals about the perilous ‘black market’, its mystery was revealed as place to get really good deals. Our deels were a third of the price of various boutiques lining Peace Avenue, and the snuff bottle would have set us back at least twenty times as much, in antique stores. We were a bit disappointed at the all too normal experience of simply purchasing items, but secretly grateful that the worst that happened to us was being followed by a ranting drunk, staggering at zombie speed. However, heed the warnings of locals. The unfortunate stories exist for a reason! Travel light, be aware and don’t be afraid to venture to Narrantuul, the colorful, not-so-black market of Ulaanbaatar!

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Bactrian Camel Love

Being a westerner, I originally believed camels were stubborn, charmless creatures that spit at you. That was before I was lucky enough to be forced to ride a Bactrian Camel. On a 28 hour ride back from the countryside, after listening to me jabber on about my love for Mongolian animals, our driver pulled over, pointed at me, then at an enormous camel. I was crawling in my skin with joy to actually ride one, but thought it outlandish if our whole car had to stop, for me to ride a camel. Fortunately, he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and I summited the giant furry thing blinking at me. Mongolia’s indigenous two humped camels are great to ride, because there is an excellent spot to nestle, giving one hump to lean back against, and one to hold onto. Sitting atop what felt like a nosediving boat, my camel extended its long hind legs to get up. I rubbed my camel’s coarse hairy side, and kept telling him, hair tai shuu, temme ‘I love you, camel’, while the Mongolians snarled with laughter at my affection for the fluffy beast!

The Bactrian Camels are somewhat misunderstood by tourists, because of the time it takes to get accustomed to their irregular gait. They are called ‘ships of the desert’ by Mongolians, and they provide a ride similar to their namesake. However there is much more to these magnificent creatures than a bobbly ride. Bactrian Camels are as fast as packhorses, but can haul three times the capacity (200 kilos), and if you take off their load they can even outrun a horse! One camel can provide 600 liters of milk a year, while also producing 8 kilos of wool! Bactrians are hardy creatures, being able to work in temperature extremes, go nine days without water, and 33 days without food! The health of camels can be diagnosed by observing the firmness of their humps; if their humps are firm, and upright, they are in fine health, while droopy humps signify the need for food and water. A thirsty camel can suck up 100-120 liters at one sitting, whereas a horse would drink 40-50 liters.

Beyond their physical merit, Mongolian Camels can feel deeply for their loved ones. If a camel’s baby dies or is taken away, it will cry for days and go without food. Conversely, if a baby is separated from its mother, it too will become sad and weep. Also if Mongolian Camels hear a beautiful song, it will cry big heavy tears. The Story of the Weeping Camel, a documentary about a baby camel orphaned in the Mongolian countryside, shows how herders played music for a prospective camel-mother, for her to accept the  orphan. They nurtured the camel playing music on a tomor khuur, a metal mouth harp, and on the morin khuur, a horse head fiddle, until the adult camel wept and wept, and took in the baby to nurse.  After learning of the much love and respect the Mongolians have for Bactrian Camels, and the knowledge of how sensitive they are, I gladly champion these sweet furry behemoths; hair tai shuu, temee!

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Alice In Ger-Land

Living in a ger is like being Alice standing under the caterpillar on his fleshy mushroom. The wood burning stove vents plumes of white smoke out of a rusty iron pipe just like the chain smoking caterpillar. An umbrella of wooden gills vein across the underside of the mushroom’s meaty top. Woolen felt pounded to the thickness of steaks form a fat  layer blanketing the ger’s wooden skeleton and dampen all sound making one feel like a baby in the womb.

Our neighbor was a Mongolian baby and a marvel to me with his powder-soft pillowy cheeks, vice-lock gripping fingers, and easy smile. I’d peer out through my miniature door and see him riding belly first across the grass on a blanket pulled by his auntie. “Come outside, step through the tiny portal,” he and the countryside beckoned.

Entering this world, normal is readjusted in the small differences. First, you meet the quiet. Here whirring of the winged crickets is shushed and not fat mouse nor bird dare peep. Quiet is an all consuming entity that stuffs fluff in your ears until sound foils its plans. Sound swims great distances in search of an available ear. The young herder girls’ giggles sailed across the length of vast fields, like voices through a dream.

In this land of no ocean, the only waves found are waves of grazing animals. The ger camp must have been a stop on their favorite restaurant tour.  A shuffling, first thought to be a person, revealed its un-human voice neighing to a neighbor. Cows, yaks, and their hybrid offspring, lumbered their furry rumps up and down the mountains everyday past us. Sneaking up on hundreds of sneezing goats I edged among a sea of incessant plucking of grass from ground to spend lunch time with my goaty friends. I wondered if they would ask me to tea, when I saw two struggle to dunk heads into a pot of raisin tea left by a silly human, but alas no tea for me just plucking pals.

I laughed at the mountains mocking the sky, and tickling the clouds, while patches of forrest gossiped in the rustling wind. That was until the clouds blackened, puffed to their puffiest, and boiled through the August sky, to pelt me with ice balls. Run, run to the safety of your mushroom!  Lightening sizzled in the dark grey world, and bit a poor tree simply for being too tall. I hefted the felt up over my small door to peek out at the falling sky.

Night brought out giggling teens who helped in maintaining the ger’s ceiling flap, and fed our stove, till a warm mesmerizing glow pulsed from its fiery heart. Sleep wiggled slowly in, as I watched a shadowy animation of flickers, dance on white felt walls. Somewhere in the night, the fire died and cold crept in, making layers of blankets tuck tighter around chins, to lock out the frost. I felt like the princess and the pea, only in reverse, being buried under a stack of blankets. Gray smoky puffs bloomed, coiled around my dreams, and transported me through my dark landscape…

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National Center Against Violence (NCAV)

We have been helping the National Center Against Violence (NCAV), a wonderful NGO, and the first women’s and children’s shelter in Mongolia. They are in dire need of public funding, since the Mongolian government and businesses, contribute very little to help NGOs. Courtney wrote the following article for the UB Post, which agreed to publish excerpts of it, for their Friday, October 1, 2010 edition. Here is the interview in its entirety. Please click on NCAV’s link provided if you are compelled to donate to this wonderful NGO.

NCAV and a Safe Future for Mongolia

Interview & Photography by Courtney Niday-Nyan

The National Center Against Violence (NCAV) is a non-profit, non-partisan, and non-governmental organization, established in 1995, with the goal of combating domestic and sexual violence against women and children in Mongolia. The NCAV is one of the first independent citizens’ organizations established after the transition of Mongolia to a democratic market-based political system. Prior to the NCAV’s formation, victims of domestic violence and sexual abuse had no place to go for help and refuge. The male-dominated Mongolian Parliament was of no help in championing issues of domestic violence, so for its initial funding, a proposal was submitted to an Australian governmental program, AusAID. AusAID responded with a letter to the Mongolian Government confirming a need for a shelter-house and problems of domestic violence in their society, to which the Mongolian Government replied in the negative stating, such problems did not exist in Mongolia, and that NCAV was copying social issues from abroad, to get funding. Despite the lack of support from the government, AusAID came through, and endowed the NCAV with their very first grant, which they used to establish the first shelter-house  for women and children in Mongolia. NCAV welcomed its first client, within a month of opening the shelter-house, despite the lack of acknowledgement by the Mongolian government. It has been an uphill struggle, but since then, the NCAV’s shelter-houses have been filled to capacity, providing much needed care to the victims of domestic violence, and sexual abuse in Mongolian society. The following interview was conducted by Courtney Niday-Nyan, with one of NCAV’s representatives, who wish to remain anonymous, due to continual threats against the organization, from alleged perpetrators.

Niday-Nyan: Are the women coming to the shelter house locals or are they from the countryside?

NCAV: In the beginning, there was only one shelter nationwide in UB, and there were no other shelters provided by the government. At present there are still no shelters from the government, only from NGOs. Women walked from the countryside, since they didn’t have money for transportation, just to escape from perpetrators. Because of this we established other local branches around Mongolia beginning in 2000. We now are running six shelter-houses nationwide: two in UB, one for teenagers, and one for women with young children. Mongolia has a small population so it’s easy to know the location of the shelters. Therefore if victims are in danger of being found by the perpetrators, they are moved to another shelter house in another city for safer haven.

Niday-Nyan: What ages are most of your clients?

NCAV: Our clients are all ages from various social backgrounds. 70% of our clients are children, because when a woman comes, they bring 2 or 3 children along with them. One of our youngest victims was a five year old girl that was raped, and sustained other serious injuries, from the attack. In such cases, the victims are first placed at the shelter to ensure safety, then provided with health services, and therapy to rehabilitate psychological issues. We employ a multidisciplinary team of doctors, police, social workers, lawyers, and judges to protect victims, provide social work, and prevent further domestic violence. Sometimes teenagers come based on referrals from teachers, social workers, our partner organization working on child issues, and also the police when the children call them. The police have no safe space for them so they refer them to us.

Niday-Nyan: Where do the school aged children at your shelters go to school?

NCAV: That is an important issue for us. We tried to make arrangements with a school, but in the Mongolia School System children have to attend school near their house, in their own city district, where they are registered. That’s a problem for us because most teenagers go to their old school by themselves. When this happens we really worry about their safety. We contact their teachers by phone asking when they arrived at school, when they left, and telling them when they safely returned to us. Most perpetrators wait for them around their school, so they can kidnap them. At present, we really need to find a small bus to transport our kids to school. When students need to go to school, to the hospital, or give testimony at the police station, we currently don’t have a safe bus to transport them. It’s very difficult in incest cases, because perpetrators  want to protect family honor, and they blame the victim for shaming them. This is very dangerous for the children, so some are kept at the shelter house and cannot attend school. We provide educational training at our shelters in these cases. We have Mongolian university students that come and volunteer.

Niday-Nyan: What other programs do you offer to the community?

NCAV: Along with our shelter network, we offer advocacy services to help amend policies and regulations, we sponsor community development programs on anti-violence to help shape the social mindset, beliefs and values, so that violence is no longer tolerated. We have 18 local activists who work part time for us, to do campaigns, and community workshops, we distribute brochures and news letters, to bring awareness and educate the population.

Niday-Nyan: Have you seen a change in people’s attitude toward domestic violence since your inception?

NCAV: Yes, in the beginning people were so negative thinking it was their own private issue. The Domestic Violence Law was adopted in 2005, and since then, we have struggled to change the work of law enforcement. Due to a lack of systematic training and programs on proper application of the domestic violence legislation, officers from law enforcement organizations have poor awareness of the law. For instance, a police officer has a right to file a request for a restraining order, on behalf of a domestic violence victim, after completing a situation analysis and evaluation of potential risks and threat level, with the assistance of a social worker. However, to date, there have only been a handful of cases in which a police officer filed for a restraining order. Even if a restraining order is issued, there is no enforcement of that order. It is just a piece of paper. Also, no situation analysis and evaluation has been completed by a social worker. However we have noticed some important social changes. We are receiving calls from neighbors reporting domestic violence, teachers reporting students with bad bruises, or healthcare workers actually walking with a victim to the shelter-house, to say they were victims of sexual abuse. The social consciousness is increasing.

Niday-Nyan: How can our readers help? What do you need?

NCAV: In Mongolia, we don’t have such a system as in America or Europe, where the government provides big grants for shelters and NGOs. So running a shelter house is like running a big family, where everyday needs have to be covered. We try to find financial support from international governments, which has been our biggest resource. Recently, however, the focus is changing for these governments from the family sector, to such things as world disaster relief efforts. The international image of Mongolia is that of a more developed democracy, but in reality it’s not very much like this. So to have sustainable finances for us is very challenging. We try to raise funds from annual concerts we organize for the community, where ticket sales help to pay for the shelter’s food. Peacecorp volunteers contributes their skill and knowledge. Philanthropy and donation issues are not developed much in Mongolia, but also the tax system isn’t very comprehensive. In the U.S. when a company contributes to an NGO they get a tax deduction, but this system doesn’t exist in Mongolia. So people don’t want to contribute much. Every year we are asking international companies or embassies for some support.

Niday-Nyan: Do you ever have donations of clothing or food coming to the center?

NCAV: We don’t have sustainable donations. Some Mongolians give a few clothes or kitchen supplies but it’s not sustainable. Every year we try to change our strategy to find help. This year we want to ask big companies to place a donation box in a public area.

Niday-Nyan: What is happening in October with the Reform of the Family Law?

NCAV: Working with abused children in our child protection program we found the need to prohibit corporal punishment in the family. We are doing research with our legal interns to draft recommendations for the amendment to family law. We are going to run some lobbying advocacy campaign with other NGOs. Traditional Mongolians believe beating children makes them better people and it educates them. So changing this law is not so easy its just a first step to change attitudes.

The workers at the NCAV have a deep dedication to help the survivors of violence and abuse even in the face of discouragement, violent threats, and little funding. They are struggling to build a safer future for all the mothers, wives, and sisters of Mongolia. Being a young democracy, Mongolia has the opportunity and responsibility to set the standard for the direction of its evolution. If you have money, investigate, and share a small bit to groups your heart is drawn to, if you have no money, share of your time, skills and knowledge. Donate the clothes your babies have outgrown, or those you no longer wear. It could mean the world to someone who feels the world is against them.

Please find out more information on the NCAV, anti violence issues and how to help at: www.safefuture.mn If you have questions or would like to help please contact them at: 50 99 05 05

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Mongolian National Judo Team Practice Photos

Mongolian National Judo Team

Back Row (Standing): From Left to Right

B.Sugarjargal (+100 kg), N.Tuvshinbayar (-100 kg), E.Enkhbat (90 kg), D.Nyamkhuu (81 kg), S.Nyamochir (73 kg), Kh.Tsagaanbaatar (66 kg), D.Tomorkhuleg (60 kg), B.Bat-Erdene (48 kg), M.Bundmaa (52 kg), Ts.Monkhzaya (63 kg), P.Lkhamdegd (-78 kg), D.Tserenkhand (+78 kg)

Front Row (Sitting): From Left to Right

B.Temuulen (-100 kg), B.Ariun-Erdene (90 kg), D.Uuganbaatar (81 kg), G.Purevdorj (73 kg), S.Myaragchaa (66 kg), D.Amartuvshin (60 kg), M.Urantsetseg (48 kg), T.Battogs (57 kg), S.Enkhzaya (? kg), Ts.Naranjargal (70 kg)

Not Pictured: A.Davaanyam (+100 kg): He’s the guy stuck in guard in the 7th row, middle picture below.

The Mongolian National Judo Team picture appeared on the front page of TAVAN TSAGARIG (5 Rings), Mongolia’s largest daily sports newspaper, on Sunday, September 5, 2010, and in UB Post, Mongolia’s largest English newspaper, on Wednesday, September 8, 2010. The training pictures were taken over two days, Thursday, September 2nd and 3rd, before the team left for the 2010 World Judo Championships in Tokyo, Japan, which took place from September 9th-13th. The Mongolian team took home two bronze medals: Kh.Tsagaanbaatar (66 kg) for the men, and M.Bundmaa (52 kg) for the women. Awesome, for a country of 2 million!

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