I came to Mongolia when I was 16. Before then I had never heard of ABBA, George Michael or these guys:
So, the other day I was taking a microbus (synonym for "sardine can") to another part of town when the guy that lets people in and out at the door, started singing along to"Touch By Touch" by Modern Talking. It was one of those moments when I just wished Amanda or Hetee could be there so we could have a good laugh. Alas, I was alone and quite sure I looked like a weirdo myself, trying to stifle the giggles.
Ok, so this was one of those "you had to be there" stories but in order to give you a better picture of what I saw, picture someone like an old grungy, Mongolian looking truck driver singing in a high pitched voice "Touch by touch, you're my all time lover. Skin to skin, come under my cover."
I know, it kind of made my skin crawl, too.