This is simply the ramblings of someone who is old enough to know better than to jaunt off to the depths of Mongolia with a friend in a cheapo car.
Imagine you’re lost in a massive desert, hundreds of miles from civilisation, driving a car your granny would be embarrassed by. Then all of a sudden one of your wheels falls off and the search for tools turns up nothing more than a dirty sock and two dried apricots. That’s the Mongol Rally – 10,000 miles of pure adventure over mountains, deserts and some of the most remote terrain on the planet. The Mongol Rally has resulted in more anecdotes and utterly absurd tales of adventure than gaggle of gossiping grannies could even begin to comprehend. The modes of transport have ranged from ice cream trucks to fire engines, Honda C90 scooters to Daihatsu Hijet vans. Some teams have been stuck at borders for twenty-eight days and been shot at, others have avoided the heftiest of bribes and got stuck in rivers; some have even unintentionally driven to China and Iraq. The list really is as long and bumpy as the 10,000km journey itself. For a small taste of what is to come on this, the mightiest of mighty adventures, take a look at the www.theadventurists.com website >> Tales of Adventure, but ensure you prop your chin up on your hand to prevent the drooping jaw of disbelief, and mind that the drool of jealous excitement doesn’t ruin your peaceful perusal.