With a sense of anticipation, tinged with an element of foreboding given that the end was in sight, we hit the Mongolian/Russian border...

The Russian/Mongolia border was a hive of early morning activity as ralliers hurriedly scrambled around to decamp and ensure that we left...

We reached the Kazakhstan-Russian border in the early hours of the morning with buoyant optimism that the inhospitable time of day would...

Replenished and on the road; stacked high with supplies, new underwear for Charlie, and a dramatically improved car, we set our...

Having nursed Bluey through the Pamir, passed the lakes and up the mountains, Tajikistan (and it’s roads) were finally in our rear view...

We entered Tajikistan with one aim - to conquer the Pamir Highway, which starts in the south of the county and winds over the mountains...

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...

By far the most mysterious of the ‘stans, we entered this totalitarian republic using our hard-fought-for five-day transit visa. The...

Passenger’s log, portgate supplemental, we set sail on the good ship Berkarar, a state-owned Turkmeni vessel. By state-owned we mean the...

Azerbaijan, whilst not the worst border crossing of the entire rally, it gave us a taste of international experiences to come. Arriving...