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LA - UlaanBataar (UB)

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Now that we've discovered Paradise, the open road beckons again. So, in search of adventure, we are exchanging the perfect Southern California weather and Pacific Ocean views for urban life in UlaanBataar, Mongolia. Yes, you read right; Mongolia also known as Big Sky Country.You know, Genghis Khan, the Silk Road and the Gobi Desert. This blog will record our departure plans through a year of working for CUSO-VSO in Central Asia. UB (did you know this means "Red Hero"?) here we come.

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