Most of the team beat Phineas Fog’s time of eighty days. The final teammate crossed into America a few days ago and has touched down at SEA 87 days after flying east towards Iceland and parts beyond.
Team Gobi or Go Home would like to thank the generosity of our donors and sponsors for believing that three people with limited mechanical ability and no wrenches could drive a Fiat to Mongolia.
Above all, dear reader, thank you for following along on our journey. Whether you read to experience our adventure with us or read with a morbid curiosity of seeing if we ever truly broke down, thank you for spending some time perusing Shane’s cynicism and wit or Hans’ enthusiastic descriptions of the strange situations we got into.
Waking up in a hammock is perhaps the best way to wake up. You feel wrapped and coddled, ready to wander out and take on whatever the world has to throw at you.
This morning, for example, I awoke deep into a jungle road in Vietnam. 130 kilometers of wild twisties cutting through the densely forested highlands awaited.
“There’s some construction on route 49. It is neat to see, but it might slow you down a little bit.”
Australians are masters of understatements. That was Deano’s assessment of the route from Hue to the windy Ho Chi Minh highway. Technically, he was absolutely correct in his statement. Assuming, that by “some” you are to understand “mind-numbing stretches” and by “slow you down a little” he was insinuating “bring your bike to a similar pace as a baby before it learns to crawl”.
“I like it here, and I’m never leaving.”
Shane and Roberta heard that phrase often on the rally. Almost as often as “I know exactly where we are!” and “What could go wrong?” I meant it in London and Edinburgh and Istanbul. But I really meant it about Hoi An.
Note: one third of the Gobis remain abroad. Hans, nit having enough driving on the Mongol Rally has flown to Vietnam and acquired a Honda Win. Currently, he is halfway up the country.
I am incapable of sitting still for more than twelve hours. This is one thing I learned about myself on the Mongol rally. (Don’t worry, this post isn’t going to be a self-reflective male version of Eat, Pray, Love.) One thing I have also learned is to attempt to be more spontaneous.
Tasks expand to fill the time allotted. Consider writing a letter. A businesswoman, with five minutes for the task, may quickly write out a letter. Her grandpa might, on the other hand, spend the better part of a day writing a letter. Finding glasses, getting the paper, and fussing with the fountain pen all take time.
I wish I could write a letter in a day. Time expands while traveling to such great extents that it takes several days to write a letter.