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On 1st July I leave England with Hortense, a beautifully presented 20-year old, who also happens to be a Renault 4L.
We are setting out together on an overland trip to Ulaanbataar, capital of Mongolia. Why am I driving 10,000 miles in an old car that can barely reach 60 mph on a good road? Because it's time for an adventure and because in doing so I am hoping to raise lots of money for Hope and Homes for Children. This charity focuses on closing down state welfare institutions in Eastern Europe by reuniting children with their families or close relatives.
I will be writing for The Telegraph throughout the rally. Follow my progress at www.telegraph.co.uk. |
Most recent blog...
The Finish Line
At 17:04 on 25-09-2008 Nick said...
After a 17-hour journey, we pulled into Altai in mid-afternoon, with Hortense still perched on the back of a lorry. We drove around looking for a crane and eventually spotted an ancient Russian lorry with one on its back. After a bad-tempered negotiation with the owner, Hortense was lifted out and dumped on the ground. It turned out that before we departed Khovd sack after sack of heavy watermelons had been loaded on Hortense’s bonnet, which now was concave and badly dented. The lorry driver scurried round trying to press out the dents. That earned him another round of insults and I left him looking rather dejected but with $400 in his pocket. I went in search of a hotel, planning a restful day and an early night before setting out early the next morning for Bayanhongor some 400 kms to the east. I checked into the Altai Hotel, a dreary Soviet-style dump, and ran into three young Americans and two Norwegians, all running with the Mongol Rally. We agreed to convoy the following day, but first would pay a visit to the annual three-day festival taking place outside the town. Read more... |
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