The border to UB and home.

Desert at day break.

There are not many station stops. Not even many train passing stops on the single line because the times of arrival at the crossing points is so well coordinated.

This young woman was scampering around with a spanner in her hand, changing our carriage boggies in the middle of the night. Multi tasking takes on a whole new meaning in Mongolia.

The pull up the hills just before UB.

And then down the other side.