Mongol Vs Conductor We had taken our seats and were waiting for the bus to fill when the old Mongolian got on. Every craggy feature on his wizened old face had a story to tell none more so than the large cleft in his left ear. Aimless incoherent mutterings fell from his toothless mouth. Here was a character who had many a battle behind him. Bent double he slowly lurched down the bus before li