We got up at 6.30 in the Morning to conquer the second to last Border of our journey only to find a huge line of cars in front of the gates to the Russian exit for Mongolia…
In good Spirits though we interacted with the other MONGOLRALLY TEAMS FROM SCOTLAND, ITALY (WHO in proper Italian manner skipped the line) Denmark Switzerland Australia, Holland and Gemany.
We took pictures, chatted, played cricket, laughed and made coffee for the others.
After about 5 hours of wait though, the mood turned slightly mad as a relief the Italians, now first in Line started to dance to very loud Italian music, right in Front of the gates.
About an hour after them our 5 cars got guided through as well.
The most thorough search of all borders awaited us and after another hour we where released towards Mongolia. A 20 km drive through a very long Russian and Mongolian no Military zone..( we where not aware that there where such tensions between these countries!) we found ourselves in another line in front of the M
ongolian gfates. By 6.00 o´clock in the evening we finally got our Passports stamped only t6o find out, that we would not be able to leave the Border premises, because the office for the car stamps closed the light in front of us….
With desperation we understood, that we would have to spend the night in the carpark and all of our pleads ,calls to embassy´s, as well as Niki ( the nickname Niki fanjo//lauda, changed into Niki-Che Guevara) tried to lead a revolution to get all of us out.
His efforts remained futile though and eventually Lilly decided with Neville the dain, to go to the nearby supermarket and by supplies for a Party. After Lilly cooked Pasta for the 3 teams nearby, the Mongolian Wodka did its job and we all socialized with the other people also stuck for the night. A group of Russians followed our invitation and the evening ended in the very passionate rehearsal of Russian songs.
Even Niki was happy and dressed in basically all our clothes, including the new hat, we crawled into our tents , to spend a very cold and therefor restless night at the border.
The next morning, we finally managed to enter Mongolia and after a few local creatures had to understand that they could not sell us insurances, we stocked up on water and continued onwards through heards of wild horses and Mongolian yaks.
Over dirtroads we finally experienced our first impressions of the wide and free Mongolian countryside.
DRIVING THROUGH SAMLL VILLAGes with one story houses and roofs in the shades of green, pink, babyblue and turquoise …and of course the obligatory Yert in the backyard, we sensed a certain feeling of accomplishement that we finally, finally reached Mongolia.
With the danes in the Frontfollowed by the Scottish team , who drove in probably the most epic car of this years Mongoll ralley ( A Ford fiesta, entirely covered in fake fur with Horns on the roof and Scottish tartan bows on the dorrhandles, they introduced it as the Scottish Galloway or moo) the Norwegians and Gawin the Loneranger from Australia in his little Ruby, we ventured through the endless Pistes of Northern Mongolia. For a quick moment we lost the front of our Caravan, as we led the Drone capture a fun drive through the fields. Along the way we foundv Eagles and got to take some fabulous pictures with it and Giesela as we where allowed to hold it.
Our scots did not get lost for long. Already along the bumpy road we found that somebody before us must have ruined his oilsump, leaving traces for a few Kilometers. Approximately 20 km after we found Gieselas hot Love affair, poor Moo stranded with his desperate drivers helpless standing by….
We decided to pull them into the next town together with the Norwegians who where guarding their backs and Gavin, supporting the End. Little sturdy Giesela ended up pulling her friend, the Scottish highland cow bravely foe 120.- km including about 3 hours in the darkness as we got lost, to Hoft, where we finally all found some much needed Rest, as the night in the Cold had given most of us a proper Flu.
Exhaustion overwhelmed us on all levels, because not only did we have to deal with sandy dirtroads, gps systems not working fast enough and leading us into wrong directions, but also did the pulling Cord between Giesela and Moo 4 times and only lasted once Lilly came up with a very female solution to the inconveniently designed Material we had to offer. She breaded 3 cords together like her hair and not only did it make sense, but it also turned out to be her cord of Arms colours: blue and yellow, like the Wittgensteins.
Along the way we meet Lee, a young handsome Israeli officer on a Motorbike traveling through Mongolia alone. 24 years old, he had a kind smile ,spoke 4 Languages and had already served 6 Years in the Israeli Army. We where all quite impressed by his adventures Spirit and after a lovely conversation we parted into opposite directions.