Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia Sunday, March 28, 2010
Up over the railroad tracks stretch the giant asbestos-coated water pipes to meet our enormous apartment complex. They snake along toward the far end of the complex, and then, for no discernible reason, they detour around a large empty square of dirt. These pipes are huge. Was the pipe company getting paid by the meter? Does the detour somehow slow the force of the water? Will such things always remain a mystery?
