MDD. I was going to go to work to get something done, but didn't.
Later, I became a bit more motivated, and I went into the city with Basil. We went to his favorite Russian restaurant again. I'm not totally into it, but it's a nice change of pace, and there's something fascinating about visiting the Russian ethnic enclave in this mostly homogeneous metropolis. I found a sign in Mongolian (at least, I think it was Mongolian – it was a phonologically un-Russian-looking cyrilic) advertising bank services. I should have taken a picture.
Basil and I debated about when the last train back out to Ilsan runs. I found signs that alleged it ran around 11:30, but he insisted it was around 10:30. The issue was unresolved, as we took the train out at around 10:15. It's not something you want to end up testing — the taxi fare out from Gupabal is mildly outrageous. I bet there are buses, though, if you're brave enough to figure them out.