With a sense of anticipation, tinged with an element of foreboding given that the end was in sight, we hit the Mongolian/Russian border at 8:00 on our way to Ulan Ude (our final destination). Having pulled a driving all-night...
The Russian/Mongolia border was a hive of early morning activity as ralliers hurriedly scrambled around to decamp and ensure that we left no trace of our temporary inhabitance (with some teams suffering with slightly sorer hea...
We reached the Kazakhstan-Russian border in the early hours of the morning with buoyant optimism that the inhospitable time of day would result in a quiet border and swift exit. We were wrong. With all nearby crossings closed,...
Replenished and on the road; stacked high with supplies, new underwear for Charlie, and a dramatically improved car, we set our proverbial sails for Kazakhstan in the mid afternoon. Upon arrival we find our latest country conq...
Having nursed Bluey through the Pamir, passed the lakes and up the mountains, Tajikistan (and it’s roads) were finally in our rear view mirror. Though leaving our new found friends didn’t mean arriving in Kyrgyzstan... 20km of...
Crossing the Uzbek border at Alat, and catching the last of the early evening sun, I thought it might be wise to find some immediate and welcoming accommodation - with my expulsive ailments rendering me both tired and apparent...
Passenger’s log, portgate supplemental, we set sail on the good ship Berkarar, a state-owned Turkmeni vessel. By state-owned we mean the property of the beloved leader Mr Burdymukhamedov, whose pictures adorned the interior of...
