It has been an interesting week for me. First I get stuck in the Beijing airport for two days. Secondly, I return to Ulaanbaatar to riots and a state of emergency! There was initially a deomonstration which quickly grew violent. The people were protesting the Socialist Party's "said" win in the election. They then proceeded to light the party headquarters on fire, killing one person, as well as burning several cars in the area. I was out for dinner with a friend and he was receiving texts to keep us informed. The last text was, "All foreigners are advised to get off the streets." We quickly did.

We discovered the next day there was now a curfew in place, alcohol sales were banned and there were tanks, armed guards and police in the streets. A bit daunting, however, I never felt in danger. This state of emergency will end tomorrow, but I think things are pretty much back to normal. Many of the people I spoke with relayed the sentiment that they were disappointed in the behavior. They felt it was men getting together and feeding off each other. "Fueling the fire" in a sense.

I do appreciate everyone's concern for my well-being. I heard from quite a few of my family and friends wondering first, where I was, but also if I was okay. I know I was expected home a week ago, but I am now in the Beijing airport...again. However, I am in the correct terminal, awake, and close to my gate! I can't lose! I was told some interesting information about my bag. It did not make it on last week's flight, just as I did not. It was here the whole time! I was informed that after 5 days they ship unclaimed bags off to the head office in Chicago. A nice lady walked me to the storage room after already telling me the description of my bag before I had a chance to. The bag was not there. She made a quick phone call to discover the bag was on a plane, ready to be shipped off. Luckily, due to bad weather yesterday, this flight was delayed. Thus, my bag is here! It will go through to Chicago with me, but I must collect it then and ensure it travels on to Toronto with me.

After my terrible experiences here last week, I have to admit, I feel a bit like a princess! Everyone is being so kind and helpful. The one check in clerk remembered me. I figured it'd be pretty hard to forget me; the irate, red-haired, crying girl. At least I know I manage to make a lasting impression!