Author Archives: mon

The Puntito sounded like hell, and Vogel was driving it as best as he could. The engine kept sounding worse and worse, and all the proud feelings of patching up the car in the middle of the Pamirs were quickly … Continue reading →

Friends, Sorry for lack of continuity in our posts and the general lack of order in their timing. We have been traveling all over the English countryside and we have found it very hard to have constant internet access, and … Continue reading →

We had a vey frustrating day at the Iranian embassy today, but it is neither noteworthy nor really interesting, merely tireless dealings with bureaucratic incompetents who possess not an ounce of judgment and are mindless followers of a set of … Continue reading →

There are few things in this world like a carefully-prepared-fully-home-made English breakfast. We woke up today to English bacon, poached eggs, mushrooms, sausage, tomatoes, brown toast, and some freshly squeezed orange juice and piping-hot English tea to wash it all … Continue reading →

We spent the night of the 16th at a glorious British tavern called “The Miller Arms” in Canterbury, near Sandwich where we were going to see the “The Open” the next day. We’re finding out that in the English countryside … Continue reading →

After the dead battery fiasco, we finally managed to get out of London and haul our asses up to Harlow to ATS Eurosport, the place where we had found a set of cheap Avon Avanza AV10 tyres, which where highly … Continue reading →

Today we woke up around 7:30 AM on the wrong side of the river in London, and we prepared to get out of town to change the Punto’s tyres (that’s how you’re supposed to spell it) up at a place … Continue reading →

On July 13,  the Gazelle and I finally united forces in London to start the preparations for the Mongol Rally. Staying in slightly questionable quarters in a Central-Asian-themed hotel run by mostly Central Asian staff (in a mostly Central Asian … Continue reading →