Bukhara!
Finally something to actually see in Uzbekistan
Is this the 1990's?
Where the fuck is the fuel? And money? Uzbekistan, how the fuck do you conduct commerce?
Another day, another border.
What a waste of a visa... Fucking Turkmenistan... how dare they change our route? What do they think this is, the Mongol Rally?
Three days to go across a border
Only.
When east meets west, you get charged a fortune for ferry rides.
Apparently. However, Baku is nice, though a bit pristine for our liking.
Never letting Phil pick the camp spot again.
He only took us here because of the first syllable of the place name.
It was a smelly one.
Just so you guys know...
Had a spew this morning having stayed completely sober last night. Clearly I must be pregnant. I'm taking suggestions for baby names now.
Arthur and the knights of the square table.
Armenian hospitality at its finest, led by our former L.A. expat Arthur, his son, and a host of volleyball 'players'. Am thoroughly drunk. Not sure if it's by my wallet or theirs anymore, but it certainly wasn't at the start.
Have noticed cuts all up my left arm too. Wonderful.
Batumi is a playground
Dinosaurs. Giant chess. Moving, kissing statues. A high ropes course. Bumper cars. A vodka fountain. And a ferris wheel - on top of a skyscraper. Just to name a few. All rather kitsch.
Oh hi Georgia.
Woke up to an irate local trying to charge us for the sun beds Sebi and I slept on under the stars on a beach outside of Batumi last night having crossed the border at 3am. He wasn't chuffed. Georgia is a pretty mistress though, so far; mistresses tend to get nasty if given too much leverage. I've already had to bribe someone.
Ben
From a young age, Ben has stood apart from his peers. About a foot apart, to be exact, and his large surface area is conducive to warm hugs, poor co-ordination and being easily spotted in crowds.
Ben is less of a threat to national security than national fecundity, and can commonly be found at watering holes getting thoroughly hosed or at work designing major infrastructure. Usually in that order.
Ben has a particular love (vulnerability) for antique maps, which will be sure to help the team when knee deep and lost in Peru.
In his (regular) off time, he can be found photographing inappropriate things, writing inane paradigms about irrelevant philosophies, travelling anywhere but there to annoy as many employers as possible, and just generally being a drain on society. Which he feels he needs to correct, by driving 11000km through some of the more inhospitable terrain on earth in a shitbox, vomit coloured, 32 year old Polo, for a bunch of trees.
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