I'm being unfair. But perhaps not in a way that we from the Western Paradise expect. Mongolians are masters of the art of the field repair, jigging things together so that they once again perform. Just don't look too closely, or touch any of the exposed wiring. In an instant, they could be gone.
Nobody knows just when.
Let me illustrate the cheerful state of uncertainty that is the mark of modern Mongolia. When I arrived with my baggage at the apartment block in which I would be staying, the elevator was out of service. Javhlan smilingly informed me. Together, we lugged my bags into the hallway and started up the stairs. There, I received my second shock.