I wasn’t sure what to expect when my plane landed at the Genghis Khan International Airport. It was midnight. The pilot informed us of the local temperature: a bitter cold -5 degrees. The airport resembled an old Soviet-style bunker and reminded me of similar buildings in ex-Communist countries like Bulgaria. I overpaid for the first taxi; the driver pestered me and I settled on a price that was more than I should have paid, but he drove the 15-minute trip from the airport. The air was heavy with pollution that came from the gur (yurt) village. People still live in traditional nomadic structures and they burn wood and cow pies and the like. On this night, everyone had a fire going. To read the full article, click here: The Mongolia Mining Boom