Going to a museum is a simple affair. Find the big building, go to the place labeled TICKETS in 15000 languages, pay your money, and enter. In UB, things are done a little differently. First, walk up to the (unsigned) ticket-like booth, only to be waved on, as if you were an idiot, by the guy inside--who doesn't open the window. After passing through the gate you come to an interior building. Enter here, as it seems like maybe they would sell tickets here (again, no signs). A woman, not wearing any uniform, will indicate that you should buy a ticket. In random sign language she may indicate that you are to buy the ticket over there. No, outside, go into museum, then buy ticket. No, buy it around the corner here. Oh, whatever, give up and enter museum. Be sure to whip out your fancy camera at this point so that a Dutch tourist can pretend to demand it from you. Of course, you know you were supposed to pay an entrance fee and a photography fee, maybe this guy really does work here. No, turns out it's the little non-uniformed lady, who then has a conversation with the Dutch tour guide in which all the other tourists join (in Dutch), one of whom says you should pay this random lady. Ya right. So go back out to first building, where suddenly there is an attendant at the desk. Now, pay her the T2500 (~$2) entrance fee and T10000 (~$9) photo fee, which she at first announces as T25000, but ends up getting right. Whew, finally, you're kosher (minus all the non-kosher stuff you scarfed down in Japan). On your way out to return the photography badge, note that the ticket attendant is (was) asleep and the guard is asleep. This seems common in Mongolia, along with museum dosens having salami lunches in the exhibit halls.