Klenova castle is scary. Built in 1291 it predates the Bodiam Castle by about 100 years but differs in one significant way. While Bodiam was built to protect against French invaders Klenova looks like it was built to protect from Witches, Werewolves, Succubi, and anything else that is haunting the dark gloomy forest just outside the castle walls.
Rally Day 1 – 2
I’ve woken at a truck stop in Germany. Hans is asleep next to me in the passenger seat, Roberta in the back. There is enough condensation on the windows to fill a couple German beer steins. You’d like to know how we got here I imagine but it is 530 in the morning so it is going to take me a second myself…
My tuxedo lay crumpled in a corner of my tent, a silk ascot thrown to one side. Outside the tent, which had gotten quiet barely five hours before came alive with music and voices.
The launch party was over, but the effects of the night continued to plague the camp.
Young men began breaking down their tents, top hats and white shirts askew. Women in cocktail dresses wandered into the morning sunshine. As a group, the Mongol Rally participants were a bit ragged. But we set about camp with a glimmer in our eyes.
Today was the start of the Mongol Rally. Continue reading
Well, I’ve been set in the back seat. Relegated to ignominious position of rear-seat captain. An employment scarce better than that of the luggage of which I share my space.
“I feel like your father,” Shane said to Roberta, while the good Doctor Freud punched the air in his grave.
A great many companies have come together and sponsored Team Gobi or Go Home. Although we laude them on our sponsor page, there is another group of companies that, until now, we haven’t really mentioned. These are the companies that we give money to in our quest to drive to Mongolia. Continue reading
I should write a blog about the difficulties of driving on the left side of the road. But I’m rather good at it. Unless you count me drifting towards the far left. Hans spends a good deal of time leaning to the right as we pass by hedges, road barriers, and old ladies and their corgis. Continue reading
Reporting from a curry shop somewhere in West Yorkshire. Probably, Sheffield, Wellerton, or Halifax. It is getting towards sunset. You might think we are worried. “Have they booked a room for the dark English night?”, you must be thinking with worry.
London Town Navigation
Getting off the underground carrying just under a ton in baggage I looked around for the third member of our team. Normally looking for a smug man in a v-neck t-shirt is enough. Unfortunately, there were about 6 such men and wearing tight shorts to boot. “Oh London, as a cultural beacon of humanity you could do better.”