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All Kinds of Gains: An Expat’s Guide to Exercise

Picture a place where N.O.-Xplode costs $100, where rusted weights take you back to that makeshift gym in your parents’ basement, and a place where the winters get so cold that your lungs freeze should you dare leave the house to cross the street.

Right now the weather in UB is warm, the skies are blue, and my imported cache of N.O.Xplode is still fresh. I’ve been in Mongolia for a month now and have solved the following:

Where to live;

How to prevent self-deportation;

How to watch sports;

Where to get Freddy’s BBQ;

How to eat healthy after too much mutton kebab, of which hot sauce is a staple ingredient.

The next challenge was solidifying a workout plan by finding a quality, affordable gym. Much like my House Hunters International: Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia experience the choices for gyms leave much to be desired. This was an interesting surprise given that the world’s powerlifting champion hails from Mongolia.

Where was he working out, I wondered.

Option 1: The Posh Gym at the Blue Sky Building:

For $140/month you get a gym the size of a closet with dumbbells that only go up to 50lbs, a Smith machine bench press, and a trainer that creepily follows you around.

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Hard pass.

Option 2: Fitness Anywhere via TRX. This option lets me avoid the winter by working out in the comfort of my own home with the ropes hanging on my vault door.

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TRX is great for vacation and nothing is more challenging than a timed set of atomic push-ups but it isn’t a sustainable replacement for a real gym.

Option 3: LA Fitness AKA California Gym

Yao Ming who has no affiliation with California since he played for the Houston Rockets cleverly opened a group of gyms in China called California Gym. His celebrity and the word ‘California’ made this one of the most popular gyms.

There is a California Gym in Mongolia but I never inquired as to membership cost or extent of the facilities because it is located more than half a block away from my apartment. (See weather report dated November-March every year Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia.)

The availability of 100lb dumbbells aren’t so appealing when it’s minus 40 outside.

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Option 4: The 24 Hour Hotel Gym 

Right next to my apartment is a hotel gym with 24 hour access. It has a universal machine and old school do it yourself dumbbells with weights scattered all over the floor. The gym was empty when I visited most likely because it cost $100 a month.

Convenience isn’t worth getting ripped off.

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Option 5: The Soviet Era Gym

If we walk Jamaican, talk Jamaican, and *is* Jamaican, then we sure as hell better bobsled Jamaican. 

My building is Soviet, my apartment is Soviet, so why not lift Soviet? The locals warned me that I should elect options 1-4 because of the poor quality of these types of gyms. For one month, I did stay away till I could no longer take the mush that was once my muscle.

I bravely snorted a line of N.O. and went to the basement of Soviet Land. Beyond the rusted weights, the pictures of Arnold Schwarzenegger and naked women pinned to the wall, was a bench press that seemed operational, a wide grip pull up bar, a squat rack (in the event I ever do legs), and plenty of space to do push ups-  all the essentials for regimented workout.

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The price was a reasonable $44 a month which I negotiated down to $33 by bringing exactly 60,000MNT and pleading ignorance when he asked for the extra 20,000.

Add in what appeared to be the rest of the powerlifting team of Mongolia waiting for me to get buried on the bench and I had found the last component of making all kinds of gains while overseas- motivation.

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All kinds.

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The Russians Are Coming, the Russians Are Coming!

Along with my superficial travel insights about seeing the world on points, I do, from time to time, like to interject a post about the pulse of my surroundings.

It has been a hectic past few weeks here in Ulaanbaatar. First, the President of China, Xi Jinping came for a visit to sign bilateral trade and development agreements with Mongolia. Tomorrow, none other than Vladimir Putin himself is making his way to the capital of Mongolia.

Russian influence in Mongolia dates back to 1921 with the defeat of the Chinese. Communism gave way to democracy with the collapse of the Soviet Union and Mongolia has made strides in adopting a free market economy ever since.

The back to back visits from Mongolia’s neighboring leaders comes at a time when the Mongolian economy is struggling to find its way after a series of missteps that crippled the economic boom of only a few years ago.

With the chaos of the Ukraine, the imposition of sanctions by the EU on Russia, and the close relationship that Mongolia shares with the United States, it will be interesting to see what sort of energy and political deals are struck between the two countries.

The vulnerabilities exposed due to the economic downturn make this country susceptible to the helping hands of their neighbors that may not have the long term interests of Mongolia in mind.

Danger invites rescue but at what cost?

Guess we will find out a little bit more about that tomorrow.

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Happy Labour Day: 7 Places You Shouldn’t Work

I know that many of you read my blog during extended breaks at work. Today is Labor day in the United States but it isn’t Labo[u]r Day in Mongolia. Accordingly, I cannot take a day off from writing my blog. Long weekends are a great marketing tool for my book, Everyone’s Advice Is Wrong . . . Including Mine, because the excitement of an extra day off really puts things into perspective.  Don’t believe me? Tell me how you feel when you head back to the cubicle farm on Tuesday. Don’t kid yourself, you do not like your cubicle job so read the book and get ready to move on.

Since I know most of you are out having a great BBQ, I’m going to keep things upbeat and positive by listing the Top 7 Places You Shouldn’t Work.*

*Coincidentally, all jobs are further discussed in amusing detail in The Book.

7. Taxi Driver

Besides bartending and DJing, being a taxi driver was my favorite job of all time. I started cabbing as a marketing ploy to promote The Book and have a great appreciation for fellow taxi drivers. But the 60 hour work weeks, the very real threat of bodily harm, and the dumb, drunk idiots do not make the $100-$300/12 hour shift worthwhile.

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Read more about my life as a JD/MBA Tax-i Attorney here.

6. Professor at a For-Profit School 

For one year, I was a professor at a for-profit school until my contract was not renewed. Was this picture a reason why?

See The Book Lesson 9: “This Is It!”. . . Words Of Certain Doom

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Perhaps I got too much into character for my professor of Terrorism Law course

5. Cellular Phone Salesman 

Is working as a cellphone salesman a good use of your University of Michigan bachelors degree in economics?

See The Book Step 4: Scorch The Bridge

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Maybe a red cup bus driver would’ve been better.

4. Hungry Howie’s Pizza 

When I was 16, I worked the phones at Hungry Howie’s Pizza. This was before the technological advancement called a computer. Anyway, it was a busy Friday night and I was overwhelmed. Delivery orders were being marked as pick up and vice versa. It also didn’t help that the ‘code’ for toppings were beyond asinine. O was for pepperoni and P was for olive!

Needless to say, there were plenty of angry vegetarians that night! The next day everyone’s order went out without a hitch. Most likely because I was fired before that shift began.

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I should’ve opened a Jimmy John’s instead of making pizza pies/go to law school. See The Book Lesson 2: A Dollar Is Green

3. General Counsel 

Would a job at general counsel make working for someone more pleasant?

See The Book Lesson 9: “This Is It!”. . . Words Of Certain Doom

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Does the desk look familiar? See Book Cover

2. Big Law 

Would a job at in international law firm in Shanghai make all your dreams come true?

See The Book Lesson 5: Test Your Hypothesis with Confidence 

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Can’t stop, won’t stop billing. I don’t even know how to stop

1. General Motors 

How long do you think I spent at Government Motors before I got fired?

See The Book Lesson 6: Go For Broke Bailout!

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Severance package.

Happy Labour Day everyone! Please buy the book then Make Tuesday Humpday! (which is The Book’s Step 2)

Friends in Cold Places: A Saturday Night Tailgate Party in UB

The burgers were fresh off the grill, the cooler was stocked with [Tiger] beer, and the obscure Pringle flavors were ready to be devoured. It was time for Saturday night football.

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The only anomaly was that the game was starting at midnight. And this stranger that had showed up at my house.

For a moment, I forgot that I wasn’t watching the game in Arizona but my home in Ulaanbaatar. The twelve hour time difference meant the pregame wouldn’t commence with mimosas and Bloody Mary’s. The late kickoff made it appropriate to indulge in a few libations eliminating the need to question why I’m five drinks deep at 9AM.

And what about this stranger in my house? That can only be explained by a reading from the gospel according to the University of Michigan which reveals the following proverbs:

Anywhere you go, go blue.

And anywhere you go, eff Ohio State. 

Well, someone took the reading of the Umich Bible literally and reached out to me by commenting on my blog post: ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL? AN EXPAT’S SURVIVAL GUIDE FOR AMERICAN DEPORTES.

Here was the message:

Hey! This is super random. I just finished the Mongol Rally and am in UB. I typed in watch college football in UB into google and your blog came up. I’m dieing to watch the Mich-App State game tonight (Michigan ’09). Any chance we can watch together? Happy to bring beers and I’ve already got my Michigan gear on.

Wherever you go…GO BLUE!

How do you like them apples? The blog’s ability to bring people together knows no borders.

Immediately, I contacted the local embassy, informed them that there was a serial killer on the loose, and that he was wearing Michigan apparel.

Then I came out from hiding and responded that he would be more than welcome to come by for the Michigan opener.

Maybe it was the Pringles spread or perhaps it was the countless bottles of brew, but I was not cut into pieces that night. Instead, me and my new friend, did as all Umich fans do when they watch the maize and blue take the field; we argued.

“Denard Robinson is the most athletic quarterback ever to . . . ”

Me Interrupting 

“You’re an idiot! You know nothing about Umich football!”

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And on and on it would go, with the temporary cessation of hostilities whenever Michigan would score or a Ohio State lowlight would appear on the screen.

Yes, it felt like I was back in college, watching football, having some drinks, wondering why every out of state Michigan student thought he knew more than I.

In the end, Michigan won 52-14 and my friend and I disturbed the peace of UB, singing a slurred version of The Victors.

Hail! to the victors valiant…

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Simply the Best: August 2014

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It’s our anniversary. Me and you have been at this since March and we’ve closed in on the 25,000 view mark. Now that I post at least once a day, it makes writing the top 7 list for the month difficult.

But rules are rules so I will stick to 7. So here they are:

1. THE MALDIVES SEAPLANE: LUXURY FOR THE WORKING CLASS

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2. SHEIKH DUBAI’S CHARIOT: FIRST CLASS ON EMIRATES AIRLINES A380

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It has been claimed by many in the points game that the greatest redemption is aboard an Emirates Airlines A380 with first class service to anywhere.

3. PARK HYATT SHANGHAI: TOO HIGH IN THE SKY

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4. UNFORGETTABLE: THE ST. REGIS NEW YORK

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5. IN-N-OUT BURGER UB STYLE

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Animal style? Protein Style? Not quite, but I did have a mouth watering double cheeseburger on the way home after a couple more Chinggis Darks.

6. I NEED A SHOWER: THE TOP 7 SPOTS TO LATHER UP

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7. HOUSE HUNTERS INTERNATIONAL: ULAANBAATAR, MONGOLIA

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Today on House Hunters International, a lawyer leaves the desert of the Sonoran for the grind of the Gobi.

What’s Coooler than Bein’ Cool? Mongolia!

What’s cooler than bein’ cool?

The answer for our old joke used to be ‘Canada’. Today, that answer has changed to Mongolia. While the frigid winter is still a couple of months away, it’s official that moving here was the right decision.

I’ve been here for a month now and let me tell you that Mongolia, yes Mongolia, is the next frontier, the Wild East, the Caliph of Clout…the Great Bambino. Scratch that, the great Chinggis Khan.

Entrepreneurial opportunities, the chance to ride small horses, and Asia right at my doorstep confirm that I, to this point, made the right gamble to leave the desert of Arizona for the ice age of the Gobi.

As much as I’d like ramble on, I have a date with a fresh brew and possibly an appointment at M1NT.

Happy Friday, my cubicle dwellers!

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There is a castle on a cloud.

#5: Pho-sters, Australian for Beer

Sydney, Australia is one of those places everyone wants to visit. Sydney is famous for all sorts of things: The Sydney Opera House, Bondi Beach, and the Sydney Harbour Bridge. But I went down under for a more noble cause; I was in search of great pho.

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That isn’t entirely true. I wanted to get my picture in front of the Opera House too.

After arriving at the Park Hyatt Sydney, my friend and I went off to explore the city. After a night of being distracted by the revelry of the infamous area known as Kings Crossing, divine intervention stepped in, reminding me why I was in Australia in the first place.

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None of these places made the Top 10 Pho List

This sign was a sign that I needed to focus on the mission at hand. I was not in Australia to party, to surf, or to play tourist. I was there for broth, noodles, rare beef, little tiny onions, and fresh cilantro.

Yet the next morning I woke up and immediately forgot about the pho mission, opting for yet another day at the beach.

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Pho-get it dude, let’s catch some waves

That evening, my friend and I proceeded to go out again, only this time I was refused entry into the bar because I did not have my ID. Annoyed, I headed back down George Street towards my hotel questioning if tourists should really have to carry identification while on holiday (I thought only the US has such a draconian policy). Before I could contemplate an answer, destiny intervened in the form of three letters: P-H-O.

Knowing my friend was waiting for me with no cell phone, I did the only thing any prudent pho master would do: I crossed the street, entered the restaurant, and said, “Table for one please.”

The aroma of fresh broth overtook me as I fell back in love with pho for the very first time. My stomach was empty, my bowl was full, and my thoughts incoherent. The last thing I can remember before blacking out from flavor is adding the scientifically perfect amount of sriracha and hoisin.

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When I came to, it was morning, I was back at the Park Hyatt, and my friend was unreasonably upset. 

Unrepenting, I stared out my balcony off into the horizon, congratulating myself:

Good on ya, mate, job well done.

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The pho gods were smiling that day

 

 

Put Some Hot Sauce on My Burrito Baby! The World’s Best Hot Sauce

“How’s it going in Mongolia?” everyone asks with some sarcasm. Here is what I have found out thus far:

1. I found an apartment after being featured on House Hunters InternationalUlaanbaatar. 

2. I found a way to watch the NFL and college football.

3. I found a sustainable diet.

4. I found out that I’m not an illegal.

5. I found the best places to get [Mongolian] BBQ.

6. I found out there’s no substitute for great hot sauce.

And in honor of point #6, it is only fitting that I put together a list of the world’s best hot sauce, not only a staple of the diet found in point #3 but also the only thing you will consistently find in my fridge that is otherwise empty. Interestingly enough, the list could be limited to North America but I’ll use the word world because it’s got more spunk.

The pairing of hot sauce much like pairing of wine requires a delicate palette, a sharp nose, and keen sensibilities. Far too often people confused hot for fire, playful for pungent, and price for perfection. I am the expert of all things hot sauce (as I am of all things pho) because I can appreciate the subtlety of the above while saving myself from problems later down below. 

Having said all that, here is the absolute top 7 hot sauces in all of the world.*

*Los Betos green and red sauces are excluded because they’re only one component of a glorious dining experience.

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7. Taco Bell Hot Sauce: Starting off the hot sauce list with Taco Bell at number 7 is controversial for many reasons. First, Taco Bell hot sauce is only good on Taco Bell. So if you are some sort of heretic and do not like Taco Bell you will be turned off from my list from the outset. Next, I specifically designated Taco Bell’s Hot Sauce, not Fire, or Mild as my go to hot sauce. Mild has no flavor and Fire, although I can tolerate all things spicy, gets to be too much when for my usual $15 Taco Bell order.

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6. Valentina: Valentina comes in a number 6 not because it’s necessarily better as a hot sauce than Taco Bell’s on a Volcano Burrito (please bring those back) but because of its versatility as a substitute. Here in Mongolia, I have relied on Valentina to add zest to my chicken and broccoli while not breaking the budget on my preferred MacGyver hot sauce, better known as Tabasco.

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5. Sriracha: Sriracha edges by Valentina because it has a distinct flavor and the spice that us hot sauce lovers can’t get enough of. Sriracha starts of mildly baiting us to squeeze a little more into our delicious bowl of pho then calls us out for questioning its machismo with that sudden burst of fire.

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My issue with Sriracha is that it has needless sugars and isn’t as ambidextrous as others on this list. Don’t get it twisted, the rooster is still a classic and has no substitute.

Imagine, pho with Taco Bell Fire sauce. Gross!

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4 Cholula: Oh, Cholula. I love you dearly. Your zip, your zap, your gusto make you unlike any sauce on this list. While you are not caliente like your rivals, you do stimulate my loins like no other women can. Perfect with eggs, imperative for BBQ, and the clear favorite for home made tacos, Cholula will bring you much pleasure throughout the night.

Be careful, she tends to get quite expensive if you are keen on overindulging in her splendor.

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Too much Cholula leads to fiesta at El Hefe

3. Louisiana “The Original” Hot Sauce: Wings, wings, wings. “This bar has the best wings!” How many times have you heard that line? I love chicken wings and can eat them until I pass out (as was the case at Brother Jimmy’s BBQ in Brickell, Miami). But, no matter where I go and no matter how many times I hear that same guarantee, there is no better foundation for great wings than Louisiana Hot Sauce. Add your peppers, add your seasoning, just don’t forget to add Louisiana.

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Johnny’s Po-Boys New Orleans

The only drawback of great Louisiana is when it is paired with inferior ranch.

2. Tabasco: 

Enough said.

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Made personally for me!

1. Frank’s Red Hot:

Why isn’t there a Costco in Mongolia! I need that gigantic gallon of Frank’s now. Even stateside, I never understood why the local grocery store sold those dinky bottles of Frank’s. They would last for maybe breakfast before I was back at the store looking for more.

Frank’s is the king because it goes well with everything:

In need of a starvation diet before the beach? Dip celery stalks in Frank’s.

Egg whites for breakfast not motivating you for a hard day’s work? Frank’s and some pepper will wake you right up.

Cans of tuna making you nauseous? Frank’s and broccoli to the rescue. Seriously, try drowning it in a tub of Frank’s.

Not enough money to season that prime cut of beef? Frank, Frank, Frank.

Did I mention Frank’s with pizza?

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Thirsty? Frank’s!

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So there you have it. The best hot sauces in the world. For all of you living in North America, do me a favor, the next time you reach for water to put out that fire from combining sauces one through seven, put the bottle down and ride out the experience. Remember there are people in the world starving for that flavor.

Put some hot sauce on my burrito baby!

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Barely Legal: An American in Mongolia

Dictator, billionaire, NBA star seemed like plausible career possibilities when I was growing up. My dreams of being an Arab Isaiah Thomas were dashed when I was cut from the elementary basketball team, a detail you can read more about in my book which has received another glowing review.

Left with 2 paths that could merge into one, I am still on my original quest to cement a name for myself beyond ‘points guru‘. Today, I took a small step towards realizing that goal in a most unexpected way; I received my residency card from my new host country, Mongolia.

It’s one thing to backpack through SE Asia for a couple of months or live the expat lifestyle for a semester, it’s quite another to be a legal resident of another country.

Looking at my new ID, what else can I say besides, “Yup, I live in Mongolia!”

The travel adventures will continue, my plans for world domination have not subsided but really who would’ve thought it would route through here?

800 years ago another man also had these lofty ambitions. So maybe I’m not that crazy.

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BBQ Without Borders

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Dear Mel,

In April of 2014 I received the bad news that you and the evil empire better known as the HOA had decided to ban all BBQs in my condo complex. With that unconstitutional notice, you took away joy and happiness of which you will never know. Obstinately, I tried to hold onto my BBQ by having roasts in the middle of the night. Your posse comitatus managed to raid these secret cook-outs and slapped a final injunction on my Weber with the caption: get rid of the grill or pay the fine.

Even with that heartless notice, I tried to rally my neighbors against you and your obtuse ways. Alas, I had no choice but to put the BBQ up for sale, hoping that someone would take it away and restore it to the days of BBQ greatness.

Now, thousands of miles away, I still think of what you did to me. My anger has subsided as I have entered a world where BBQ is not only welcomed but embraced. Here in Ulaanbaatar, I have had BBQ of all types: Korean to Uzbek, Mexican to Mongolian. All of it delicious and all available come street or saloon.

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I’ve put the local authorities on notice in case you do try to impose your reign of terror on the Democratic BBQ of Mongolia. Know that this time around it’s going to take a lot more than a notice from the HOA to put this fire out.

Yours truly,

Alexander

Master Griller and Attorney at Law