ULAANBAATAR -- The road stretched ahead of me, a vast gray emptiness broken only by the occasional flock of sheep scattering at the unexpected sight of a car bearing down on them. Grayish-green hills topped with the last vestiges of winter snow rose in the distance on either side. And every few kilometers, an isolated ger, the traditional nomadic dwellings known as yurts in other parts of Central Asia, usually surrounded by a few grazing horses or yaks.






