Today we had an incredible thunderstorm. Ulaanbaatar, which gets little precipitation, isn't set up to handle it. The streets looked like rivers. I was lucky to have been indoors at the time. When I got home, the power was out. I hung out with some neighbors, and found out that a bridge nearby had partly washed out. There's a rumor that three people died.
We walked out to the bridge. Rocks had been washed into the street, and a part of the road had collapsed, the debris swept into the river. The police blocked off the road, which is the only way to get into the city. I think the power will be out for a long time.
For the first time, I'm glad my wife loves candles. I lit them all, and have a good book and cold beer. My plan is to read by candlelight, drink the beer, and eat bread and apples. It's like being in Tbilisi in the 1990s.
Technology makes this post possible. I took the photos with my phone, bluetoothed them to my Blackberry (which doesn't have a camera). From there, I can attach and send this post.