We made it to the finish line after one hell of a day. Lack of sleep, lack of food, a 4h30m wait at the border, and the roads. We had thought it would be a walk in the park going to Ulan-Ude, and it was one of the toughest days.
But we bloody made it!
After crossing the border into Kyrgyzstan, we desperately wanted a bath or a shower. So us and the Pirates of the Car I Be In - Mongol Rally 2017 broke the vow of not driving at night and started searching for a place.
Instead of us having a bath, it was Frol who had one. A shit bath! It got stuck into a shit hole and it had to be towed away from there.
Today we still want a bath or a shower. Again. And so does Frol.
Dushanbe seems to have a thing for stranding Mongol Rally teams in the city. We're staying here for a third night. The mechanic screwed up, and he's as fast as a slug.
A Tajik border official attempted to extort 280 USD from me. I played dumb. He got nothing. Dumb people rule the world.
Just found out that we've been leaking petrol from the jerry can since we don't know when. That explains the random smell of petrol we'd get in the car every now and then.
In Esfahan, after being pulled over twice by friendly locals. They offered tea and cigarettes. They took pictures and had fun with my imitation of Donald Trump.
Manon, after one and a half hour lost in the middle of Qazvin: "next year we'll do the Ring of Kerry, ok?"
Armenian police. The ones that fine our car for speeding. Amongst all transgressions, this is the one we knew we hadn't done. Let them enjoy their €20 wine and whores.
In Tbilisi after a few days kissing the Black Sea coast. It's bloody hot. Mind the hot heads. About to get some Georgian wine.
Small moment of panic today when we found out that Frol was just not starting. It turns out that she needed a little push after two days of inactivity. Don't we all? #mondaytalk
Nerd. Mountaineer. Marathoner. Never cared much about cars or driving until I heard about this Mongol Madness. I still don't care much about cars. Any crap will do, really. Which means I fit the profile, right?
I love LOVE driving....but, do I know anything about cars? Very little really :-O I love getting lost while on a Sunday afternoon drive in the beautiful Irish Countryside. Because, as I always say, 'the best way to get to know a place is to get lost.' Right. But, getting lost in Cork City or County is quite something of another cookie (a bit of Dutchism Van Gaal Style) than the prospect of getting lost in Mongolia! But, the excitement of not knowing what lurks around the corner, discover new and far away lands, travel its roads full of challenges as in gaping potholes, wandering weeping camels and bored policeman and border patrols, with the ultimate added bonus of becoming a lean mean tire changing machine with well developed navigating skills and exquisite non-verbal communication abilities; Hey, one would ask, what has kept me so long! :-) A Merry Bon Voyage from the Zee in Henriques Zee Navigators!
If you don't know how to sail, pretend you do. The Henriques brothers and Zee Stowaway will sail by car from the westernmost point of Europe to Ulan Ude. Or at least we'll try.
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