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For those heavily invested in wondering where we are in the world, follow the link in the Bio to see our live tracker, along with the other ralliers

For those heavily invested in wondering where we are in the world, follow the link in the Bio to see our live tracker, along with the other ralliers

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 54
The finale. The time has finally come to cross the long awaited finish line and bring this epic adventure to a close. We rolled through Oskemen to the Pink Palace where we were greeted by the regional governor. Kazakhstan number one! The organisers rolled out the red carpet and we brought the champagne (well the cheapest bubbly we could find) so we could celebrate our moment in style. Once everyone had crossed the finish line we tried our best to destroy Tyre Strait’s suspension as they wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Shona had a final odo reading of 53030 which means we clocked 9000 miles from our start in Manchester. Shona’s barely recognisable now from all the signatures, doodles, and well wishes people have written on her along the way. After the finish line it was time for the finish party, which included an open bar. The boys all got a little carried away, with Steve getting so drunk he couldn’t solve the hotel front door and was found on the streets in a sleeping bag the next morning. He’s not the only one who had a big night, with Goody dreaming that he made it to the toilet. We also raised over £1300 for charity. Not that it’s a competition but Sean won. A huge thank you to everyone we met on our travels who helped us out in any way - you’re a huge part of what made this trip unforgettable. And Sean for doing all the posts, you’re a hero and deserve more respect and less criticism from the rest of the team. For one last time. Best day of my fucking life

Day 53
Started the day with NSI pushing their car over 5km to raise awareness for the Heart Foundation. You’d think nothing could go wrong when the engine isn’t even running, but when your car is a big enough heap of shit there is always a way. Thankfully Sean was there to ensure everyone stayed in good spirits (still not sorry for swearing on video). Packed up camp for our final push to Oskemen where the finish line awaits us tomorrow. Looking forward to never touching a tent again for the rest of my life. Once again we convoyed with Not Standard Issue and Tyre Straits, it only felt right to complete the final stretch with the teams we’ve spent the most time with on this wild ride. When we stopped for gas the Norwegian team’s brakes failed and they had to use Shona to bring their car to a stop, breaking our beloved antlers in the process. Just outside of Oskemen we ran time trials to see who’s picked up the most rally skills, with Robbie taking home the victory. We soaked in one last desert sunset before heading to the pub. Best day of my fucking life

Day 53
Started the day with NSI pushing their car over 5km to raise awareness for the Heart Foundation. You’d think nothing could go wrong when the engine isn’t even running, but when your car is a big enough heap of shit there is always a way. Thankfully Sean was there to ensure everyone stayed in good spirits (still not sorry for swearing on video). Packed up camp for our final push to Oskemen where the finish line awaits us tomorrow. Looking forward to never touching a tent again for the rest of my life. Once again we convoyed with Not Standard Issue and Tyre Straits, it only felt right to complete the final stretch with the teams we’ve spent the most time with on this wild ride. When we stopped for gas the Norwegian team’s brakes failed and they had to use Shona to bring their car to a stop, breaking our beloved antlers in the process. Just outside of Oskemen we ran time trials to see who’s picked up the most rally skills, with Robbie taking home the victory. We soaked in one last desert sunset before heading to the pub. Best day of my fucking life

Day 53
Started the day with NSI pushing their car over 5km to raise awareness for the Heart Foundation. You’d think nothing could go wrong when the engine isn’t even running, but when your car is a big enough heap of shit there is always a way. Thankfully Sean was there to ensure everyone stayed in good spirits (still not sorry for swearing on video). Packed up camp for our final push to Oskemen where the finish line awaits us tomorrow. Looking forward to never touching a tent again for the rest of my life. Once again we convoyed with Not Standard Issue and Tyre Straits, it only felt right to complete the final stretch with the teams we’ve spent the most time with on this wild ride. When we stopped for gas the Norwegian team’s brakes failed and they had to use Shona to bring their car to a stop, breaking our beloved antlers in the process. Just outside of Oskemen we ran time trials to see who’s picked up the most rally skills, with Robbie taking home the victory. We soaked in one last desert sunset before heading to the pub. Best day of my fucking life

Day 53
Started the day with NSI pushing their car over 5km to raise awareness for the Heart Foundation. You’d think nothing could go wrong when the engine isn’t even running, but when your car is a big enough heap of shit there is always a way. Thankfully Sean was there to ensure everyone stayed in good spirits (still not sorry for swearing on video). Packed up camp for our final push to Oskemen where the finish line awaits us tomorrow. Looking forward to never touching a tent again for the rest of my life. Once again we convoyed with Not Standard Issue and Tyre Straits, it only felt right to complete the final stretch with the teams we’ve spent the most time with on this wild ride. When we stopped for gas the Norwegian team’s brakes failed and they had to use Shona to bring their car to a stop, breaking our beloved antlers in the process. Just outside of Oskemen we ran time trials to see who’s picked up the most rally skills, with Robbie taking home the victory. We soaked in one last desert sunset before heading to the pub. Best day of my fucking life

Day 53
Started the day with NSI pushing their car over 5km to raise awareness for the Heart Foundation. You’d think nothing could go wrong when the engine isn’t even running, but when your car is a big enough heap of shit there is always a way. Thankfully Sean was there to ensure everyone stayed in good spirits (still not sorry for swearing on video). Packed up camp for our final push to Oskemen where the finish line awaits us tomorrow. Looking forward to never touching a tent again for the rest of my life. Once again we convoyed with Not Standard Issue and Tyre Straits, it only felt right to complete the final stretch with the teams we’ve spent the most time with on this wild ride. When we stopped for gas the Norwegian team’s brakes failed and they had to use Shona to bring their car to a stop, breaking our beloved antlers in the process. Just outside of Oskemen we ran time trials to see who’s picked up the most rally skills, with Robbie taking home the victory. We soaked in one last desert sunset before heading to the pub. Best day of my fucking life

Day 53
Started the day with NSI pushing their car over 5km to raise awareness for the Heart Foundation. You’d think nothing could go wrong when the engine isn’t even running, but when your car is a big enough heap of shit there is always a way. Thankfully Sean was there to ensure everyone stayed in good spirits (still not sorry for swearing on video). Packed up camp for our final push to Oskemen where the finish line awaits us tomorrow. Looking forward to never touching a tent again for the rest of my life. Once again we convoyed with Not Standard Issue and Tyre Straits, it only felt right to complete the final stretch with the teams we’ve spent the most time with on this wild ride. When we stopped for gas the Norwegian team’s brakes failed and they had to use Shona to bring their car to a stop, breaking our beloved antlers in the process. Just outside of Oskemen we ran time trials to see who’s picked up the most rally skills, with Robbie taking home the victory. We soaked in one last desert sunset before heading to the pub. Best day of my fucking life

Day 53
Started the day with NSI pushing their car over 5km to raise awareness for the Heart Foundation. You’d think nothing could go wrong when the engine isn’t even running, but when your car is a big enough heap of shit there is always a way. Thankfully Sean was there to ensure everyone stayed in good spirits (still not sorry for swearing on video). Packed up camp for our final push to Oskemen where the finish line awaits us tomorrow. Looking forward to never touching a tent again for the rest of my life. Once again we convoyed with Not Standard Issue and Tyre Straits, it only felt right to complete the final stretch with the teams we’ve spent the most time with on this wild ride. When we stopped for gas the Norwegian team’s brakes failed and they had to use Shona to bring their car to a stop, breaking our beloved antlers in the process. Just outside of Oskemen we ran time trials to see who’s picked up the most rally skills, with Robbie taking home the victory. We soaked in one last desert sunset before heading to the pub. Best day of my fucking life

Day 53
Started the day with NSI pushing their car over 5km to raise awareness for the Heart Foundation. You’d think nothing could go wrong when the engine isn’t even running, but when your car is a big enough heap of shit there is always a way. Thankfully Sean was there to ensure everyone stayed in good spirits (still not sorry for swearing on video). Packed up camp for our final push to Oskemen where the finish line awaits us tomorrow. Looking forward to never touching a tent again for the rest of my life. Once again we convoyed with Not Standard Issue and Tyre Straits, it only felt right to complete the final stretch with the teams we’ve spent the most time with on this wild ride. When we stopped for gas the Norwegian team’s brakes failed and they had to use Shona to bring their car to a stop, breaking our beloved antlers in the process. Just outside of Oskemen we ran time trials to see who’s picked up the most rally skills, with Robbie taking home the victory. We soaked in one last desert sunset before heading to the pub. Best day of my fucking life

Day 52
Started off the day ripping into some donuts on a dirt backroad (not that type of donut, sorry Goody). Robbie got a face full of dirt which I’m suspicious was deliberate… Checked out the Tamgaly Petroglyphs which were carved some 250 years ago. Quick dip in a nearby river to give the boys a chance to rinse off the dust we have accumulated from driving with the windows down through the desert. Our bodies weren’t the only thing getting a coating in dust - with our drivers seatbelt fully clogging up and no longer working. Steve decided to disassemble it and try poking it with a screwdriver hoping to clear out the blockages. Turns out the mechanism has a fucking explosive in it, which went off, and smashed Goodies glasses in the process. Thankfully everyone still has 10 fingers so we will put that down as a learning experience but we are now down one seatbelt. Couple more beers and a bit of vodka on the road and we drove late into the night to try gain some ground (thanks again Robbie). Even with the lightbar driving dirt roads with no visibility lead to a bumpy ride. Eventually caught up to some other teams who had already set up camp and called it a night. Best day of my fucking life

Day 52
Started off the day ripping into some donuts on a dirt backroad (not that type of donut, sorry Goody). Robbie got a face full of dirt which I’m suspicious was deliberate… Checked out the Tamgaly Petroglyphs which were carved some 250 years ago. Quick dip in a nearby river to give the boys a chance to rinse off the dust we have accumulated from driving with the windows down through the desert. Our bodies weren’t the only thing getting a coating in dust - with our drivers seatbelt fully clogging up and no longer working. Steve decided to disassemble it and try poking it with a screwdriver hoping to clear out the blockages. Turns out the mechanism has a fucking explosive in it, which went off, and smashed Goodies glasses in the process. Thankfully everyone still has 10 fingers so we will put that down as a learning experience but we are now down one seatbelt. Couple more beers and a bit of vodka on the road and we drove late into the night to try gain some ground (thanks again Robbie). Even with the lightbar driving dirt roads with no visibility lead to a bumpy ride. Eventually caught up to some other teams who had already set up camp and called it a night. Best day of my fucking life

Day 52
Started off the day ripping into some donuts on a dirt backroad (not that type of donut, sorry Goody). Robbie got a face full of dirt which I’m suspicious was deliberate… Checked out the Tamgaly Petroglyphs which were carved some 250 years ago. Quick dip in a nearby river to give the boys a chance to rinse off the dust we have accumulated from driving with the windows down through the desert. Our bodies weren’t the only thing getting a coating in dust - with our drivers seatbelt fully clogging up and no longer working. Steve decided to disassemble it and try poking it with a screwdriver hoping to clear out the blockages. Turns out the mechanism has a fucking explosive in it, which went off, and smashed Goodies glasses in the process. Thankfully everyone still has 10 fingers so we will put that down as a learning experience but we are now down one seatbelt. Couple more beers and a bit of vodka on the road and we drove late into the night to try gain some ground (thanks again Robbie). Even with the lightbar driving dirt roads with no visibility lead to a bumpy ride. Eventually caught up to some other teams who had already set up camp and called it a night. Best day of my fucking life

Day 52
Started off the day ripping into some donuts on a dirt backroad (not that type of donut, sorry Goody). Robbie got a face full of dirt which I’m suspicious was deliberate… Checked out the Tamgaly Petroglyphs which were carved some 250 years ago. Quick dip in a nearby river to give the boys a chance to rinse off the dust we have accumulated from driving with the windows down through the desert. Our bodies weren’t the only thing getting a coating in dust - with our drivers seatbelt fully clogging up and no longer working. Steve decided to disassemble it and try poking it with a screwdriver hoping to clear out the blockages. Turns out the mechanism has a fucking explosive in it, which went off, and smashed Goodies glasses in the process. Thankfully everyone still has 10 fingers so we will put that down as a learning experience but we are now down one seatbelt. Couple more beers and a bit of vodka on the road and we drove late into the night to try gain some ground (thanks again Robbie). Even with the lightbar driving dirt roads with no visibility lead to a bumpy ride. Eventually caught up to some other teams who had already set up camp and called it a night. Best day of my fucking life

Day 52
Started off the day ripping into some donuts on a dirt backroad (not that type of donut, sorry Goody). Robbie got a face full of dirt which I’m suspicious was deliberate… Checked out the Tamgaly Petroglyphs which were carved some 250 years ago. Quick dip in a nearby river to give the boys a chance to rinse off the dust we have accumulated from driving with the windows down through the desert. Our bodies weren’t the only thing getting a coating in dust - with our drivers seatbelt fully clogging up and no longer working. Steve decided to disassemble it and try poking it with a screwdriver hoping to clear out the blockages. Turns out the mechanism has a fucking explosive in it, which went off, and smashed Goodies glasses in the process. Thankfully everyone still has 10 fingers so we will put that down as a learning experience but we are now down one seatbelt. Couple more beers and a bit of vodka on the road and we drove late into the night to try gain some ground (thanks again Robbie). Even with the lightbar driving dirt roads with no visibility lead to a bumpy ride. Eventually caught up to some other teams who had already set up camp and called it a night. Best day of my fucking life

Day 52
Started off the day ripping into some donuts on a dirt backroad (not that type of donut, sorry Goody). Robbie got a face full of dirt which I’m suspicious was deliberate… Checked out the Tamgaly Petroglyphs which were carved some 250 years ago. Quick dip in a nearby river to give the boys a chance to rinse off the dust we have accumulated from driving with the windows down through the desert. Our bodies weren’t the only thing getting a coating in dust - with our drivers seatbelt fully clogging up and no longer working. Steve decided to disassemble it and try poking it with a screwdriver hoping to clear out the blockages. Turns out the mechanism has a fucking explosive in it, which went off, and smashed Goodies glasses in the process. Thankfully everyone still has 10 fingers so we will put that down as a learning experience but we are now down one seatbelt. Couple more beers and a bit of vodka on the road and we drove late into the night to try gain some ground (thanks again Robbie). Even with the lightbar driving dirt roads with no visibility lead to a bumpy ride. Eventually caught up to some other teams who had already set up camp and called it a night. Best day of my fucking life

Day 52
Started off the day ripping into some donuts on a dirt backroad (not that type of donut, sorry Goody). Robbie got a face full of dirt which I’m suspicious was deliberate… Checked out the Tamgaly Petroglyphs which were carved some 250 years ago. Quick dip in a nearby river to give the boys a chance to rinse off the dust we have accumulated from driving with the windows down through the desert. Our bodies weren’t the only thing getting a coating in dust - with our drivers seatbelt fully clogging up and no longer working. Steve decided to disassemble it and try poking it with a screwdriver hoping to clear out the blockages. Turns out the mechanism has a fucking explosive in it, which went off, and smashed Goodies glasses in the process. Thankfully everyone still has 10 fingers so we will put that down as a learning experience but we are now down one seatbelt. Couple more beers and a bit of vodka on the road and we drove late into the night to try gain some ground (thanks again Robbie). Even with the lightbar driving dirt roads with no visibility lead to a bumpy ride. Eventually caught up to some other teams who had already set up camp and called it a night. Best day of my fucking life

Day 52
Started off the day ripping into some donuts on a dirt backroad (not that type of donut, sorry Goody). Robbie got a face full of dirt which I’m suspicious was deliberate… Checked out the Tamgaly Petroglyphs which were carved some 250 years ago. Quick dip in a nearby river to give the boys a chance to rinse off the dust we have accumulated from driving with the windows down through the desert. Our bodies weren’t the only thing getting a coating in dust - with our drivers seatbelt fully clogging up and no longer working. Steve decided to disassemble it and try poking it with a screwdriver hoping to clear out the blockages. Turns out the mechanism has a fucking explosive in it, which went off, and smashed Goodies glasses in the process. Thankfully everyone still has 10 fingers so we will put that down as a learning experience but we are now down one seatbelt. Couple more beers and a bit of vodka on the road and we drove late into the night to try gain some ground (thanks again Robbie). Even with the lightbar driving dirt roads with no visibility lead to a bumpy ride. Eventually caught up to some other teams who had already set up camp and called it a night. Best day of my fucking life

Day 52
Started off the day ripping into some donuts on a dirt backroad (not that type of donut, sorry Goody). Robbie got a face full of dirt which I’m suspicious was deliberate… Checked out the Tamgaly Petroglyphs which were carved some 250 years ago. Quick dip in a nearby river to give the boys a chance to rinse off the dust we have accumulated from driving with the windows down through the desert. Our bodies weren’t the only thing getting a coating in dust - with our drivers seatbelt fully clogging up and no longer working. Steve decided to disassemble it and try poking it with a screwdriver hoping to clear out the blockages. Turns out the mechanism has a fucking explosive in it, which went off, and smashed Goodies glasses in the process. Thankfully everyone still has 10 fingers so we will put that down as a learning experience but we are now down one seatbelt. Couple more beers and a bit of vodka on the road and we drove late into the night to try gain some ground (thanks again Robbie). Even with the lightbar driving dirt roads with no visibility lead to a bumpy ride. Eventually caught up to some other teams who had already set up camp and called it a night. Best day of my fucking life

Day 52
Started off the day ripping into some donuts on a dirt backroad (not that type of donut, sorry Goody). Robbie got a face full of dirt which I’m suspicious was deliberate… Checked out the Tamgaly Petroglyphs which were carved some 250 years ago. Quick dip in a nearby river to give the boys a chance to rinse off the dust we have accumulated from driving with the windows down through the desert. Our bodies weren’t the only thing getting a coating in dust - with our drivers seatbelt fully clogging up and no longer working. Steve decided to disassemble it and try poking it with a screwdriver hoping to clear out the blockages. Turns out the mechanism has a fucking explosive in it, which went off, and smashed Goodies glasses in the process. Thankfully everyone still has 10 fingers so we will put that down as a learning experience but we are now down one seatbelt. Couple more beers and a bit of vodka on the road and we drove late into the night to try gain some ground (thanks again Robbie). Even with the lightbar driving dirt roads with no visibility lead to a bumpy ride. Eventually caught up to some other teams who had already set up camp and called it a night. Best day of my fucking life

Day 52
Started off the day ripping into some donuts on a dirt backroad (not that type of donut, sorry Goody). Robbie got a face full of dirt which I’m suspicious was deliberate… Checked out the Tamgaly Petroglyphs which were carved some 250 years ago. Quick dip in a nearby river to give the boys a chance to rinse off the dust we have accumulated from driving with the windows down through the desert. Our bodies weren’t the only thing getting a coating in dust - with our drivers seatbelt fully clogging up and no longer working. Steve decided to disassemble it and try poking it with a screwdriver hoping to clear out the blockages. Turns out the mechanism has a fucking explosive in it, which went off, and smashed Goodies glasses in the process. Thankfully everyone still has 10 fingers so we will put that down as a learning experience but we are now down one seatbelt. Couple more beers and a bit of vodka on the road and we drove late into the night to try gain some ground (thanks again Robbie). Even with the lightbar driving dirt roads with no visibility lead to a bumpy ride. Eventually caught up to some other teams who had already set up camp and called it a night. Best day of my fucking life

Day 52
Started off the day ripping into some donuts on a dirt backroad (not that type of donut, sorry Goody). Robbie got a face full of dirt which I’m suspicious was deliberate… Checked out the Tamgaly Petroglyphs which were carved some 250 years ago. Quick dip in a nearby river to give the boys a chance to rinse off the dust we have accumulated from driving with the windows down through the desert. Our bodies weren’t the only thing getting a coating in dust - with our drivers seatbelt fully clogging up and no longer working. Steve decided to disassemble it and try poking it with a screwdriver hoping to clear out the blockages. Turns out the mechanism has a fucking explosive in it, which went off, and smashed Goodies glasses in the process. Thankfully everyone still has 10 fingers so we will put that down as a learning experience but we are now down one seatbelt. Couple more beers and a bit of vodka on the road and we drove late into the night to try gain some ground (thanks again Robbie). Even with the lightbar driving dirt roads with no visibility lead to a bumpy ride. Eventually caught up to some other teams who had already set up camp and called it a night. Best day of my fucking life

Day 52
Started off the day ripping into some donuts on a dirt backroad (not that type of donut, sorry Goody). Robbie got a face full of dirt which I’m suspicious was deliberate… Checked out the Tamgaly Petroglyphs which were carved some 250 years ago. Quick dip in a nearby river to give the boys a chance to rinse off the dust we have accumulated from driving with the windows down through the desert. Our bodies weren’t the only thing getting a coating in dust - with our drivers seatbelt fully clogging up and no longer working. Steve decided to disassemble it and try poking it with a screwdriver hoping to clear out the blockages. Turns out the mechanism has a fucking explosive in it, which went off, and smashed Goodies glasses in the process. Thankfully everyone still has 10 fingers so we will put that down as a learning experience but we are now down one seatbelt. Couple more beers and a bit of vodka on the road and we drove late into the night to try gain some ground (thanks again Robbie). Even with the lightbar driving dirt roads with no visibility lead to a bumpy ride. Eventually caught up to some other teams who had already set up camp and called it a night. Best day of my fucking life

Day 51
Got Robbie on the first flight to Osh in the morning to retrieve his passport (still a fuckwit). Seeing as we were stuck in Bishkek and not able to gain more ground we got Shona’s tyres realigned again, hoping to make our final set of tyres see us through to the finish line. We then bumbled through the markets to pass the time, picking up some local attire on the way. Picked up Robbie from the airport - passport in hand, and were ready to reattempt the Kazakhstan border. Pilaf on the Kazakh side of the border for the pedestrians as Goody worked his way through with Shona. Finally made our way to Almaty, only one day late. Horse meat for dinner and an early night, as we once again have some distance to catch up on over the next few days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 51
Got Robbie on the first flight to Osh in the morning to retrieve his passport (still a fuckwit). Seeing as we were stuck in Bishkek and not able to gain more ground we got Shona’s tyres realigned again, hoping to make our final set of tyres see us through to the finish line. We then bumbled through the markets to pass the time, picking up some local attire on the way. Picked up Robbie from the airport - passport in hand, and were ready to reattempt the Kazakhstan border. Pilaf on the Kazakh side of the border for the pedestrians as Goody worked his way through with Shona. Finally made our way to Almaty, only one day late. Horse meat for dinner and an early night, as we once again have some distance to catch up on over the next few days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 51
Got Robbie on the first flight to Osh in the morning to retrieve his passport (still a fuckwit). Seeing as we were stuck in Bishkek and not able to gain more ground we got Shona’s tyres realigned again, hoping to make our final set of tyres see us through to the finish line. We then bumbled through the markets to pass the time, picking up some local attire on the way. Picked up Robbie from the airport - passport in hand, and were ready to reattempt the Kazakhstan border. Pilaf on the Kazakh side of the border for the pedestrians as Goody worked his way through with Shona. Finally made our way to Almaty, only one day late. Horse meat for dinner and an early night, as we once again have some distance to catch up on over the next few days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 51
Got Robbie on the first flight to Osh in the morning to retrieve his passport (still a fuckwit). Seeing as we were stuck in Bishkek and not able to gain more ground we got Shona’s tyres realigned again, hoping to make our final set of tyres see us through to the finish line. We then bumbled through the markets to pass the time, picking up some local attire on the way. Picked up Robbie from the airport - passport in hand, and were ready to reattempt the Kazakhstan border. Pilaf on the Kazakh side of the border for the pedestrians as Goody worked his way through with Shona. Finally made our way to Almaty, only one day late. Horse meat for dinner and an early night, as we once again have some distance to catch up on over the next few days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 51
Got Robbie on the first flight to Osh in the morning to retrieve his passport (still a fuckwit). Seeing as we were stuck in Bishkek and not able to gain more ground we got Shona’s tyres realigned again, hoping to make our final set of tyres see us through to the finish line. We then bumbled through the markets to pass the time, picking up some local attire on the way. Picked up Robbie from the airport - passport in hand, and were ready to reattempt the Kazakhstan border. Pilaf on the Kazakh side of the border for the pedestrians as Goody worked his way through with Shona. Finally made our way to Almaty, only one day late. Horse meat for dinner and an early night, as we once again have some distance to catch up on over the next few days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 51
Got Robbie on the first flight to Osh in the morning to retrieve his passport (still a fuckwit). Seeing as we were stuck in Bishkek and not able to gain more ground we got Shona’s tyres realigned again, hoping to make our final set of tyres see us through to the finish line. We then bumbled through the markets to pass the time, picking up some local attire on the way. Picked up Robbie from the airport - passport in hand, and were ready to reattempt the Kazakhstan border. Pilaf on the Kazakh side of the border for the pedestrians as Goody worked his way through with Shona. Finally made our way to Almaty, only one day late. Horse meat for dinner and an early night, as we once again have some distance to catch up on over the next few days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 51
Got Robbie on the first flight to Osh in the morning to retrieve his passport (still a fuckwit). Seeing as we were stuck in Bishkek and not able to gain more ground we got Shona’s tyres realigned again, hoping to make our final set of tyres see us through to the finish line. We then bumbled through the markets to pass the time, picking up some local attire on the way. Picked up Robbie from the airport - passport in hand, and were ready to reattempt the Kazakhstan border. Pilaf on the Kazakh side of the border for the pedestrians as Goody worked his way through with Shona. Finally made our way to Almaty, only one day late. Horse meat for dinner and an early night, as we once again have some distance to catch up on over the next few days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 51
Got Robbie on the first flight to Osh in the morning to retrieve his passport (still a fuckwit). Seeing as we were stuck in Bishkek and not able to gain more ground we got Shona’s tyres realigned again, hoping to make our final set of tyres see us through to the finish line. We then bumbled through the markets to pass the time, picking up some local attire on the way. Picked up Robbie from the airport - passport in hand, and were ready to reattempt the Kazakhstan border. Pilaf on the Kazakh side of the border for the pedestrians as Goody worked his way through with Shona. Finally made our way to Almaty, only one day late. Horse meat for dinner and an early night, as we once again have some distance to catch up on over the next few days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 51
Got Robbie on the first flight to Osh in the morning to retrieve his passport (still a fuckwit). Seeing as we were stuck in Bishkek and not able to gain more ground we got Shona’s tyres realigned again, hoping to make our final set of tyres see us through to the finish line. We then bumbled through the markets to pass the time, picking up some local attire on the way. Picked up Robbie from the airport - passport in hand, and were ready to reattempt the Kazakhstan border. Pilaf on the Kazakh side of the border for the pedestrians as Goody worked his way through with Shona. Finally made our way to Almaty, only one day late. Horse meat for dinner and an early night, as we once again have some distance to catch up on over the next few days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 51
Got Robbie on the first flight to Osh in the morning to retrieve his passport (still a fuckwit). Seeing as we were stuck in Bishkek and not able to gain more ground we got Shona’s tyres realigned again, hoping to make our final set of tyres see us through to the finish line. We then bumbled through the markets to pass the time, picking up some local attire on the way. Picked up Robbie from the airport - passport in hand, and were ready to reattempt the Kazakhstan border. Pilaf on the Kazakh side of the border for the pedestrians as Goody worked his way through with Shona. Finally made our way to Almaty, only one day late. Horse meat for dinner and an early night, as we once again have some distance to catch up on over the next few days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 50
Started driving towards the border as quickly as possible, as a fellow rally team beat the Guinness world record for highest brewed beer in the world and was handing out samples in Almaty. A police car (a real one this time) didn’t appreciate our speed and pulled us and a few other teams over. They tried to fine us a couple hundred USD each, but after we asked for a receipt they let us off with a warning. Robbie was pretty hungover so we made sure to stay quiet in the car to not disturb him. After a long day of day drinking in the car we made it to the Kazakhstan border, but when it was time to pull out our passports it became apparent that Robbie was a huge fuckwit. We completely emptied the car and searched everyone’s bags, making a pile of items that we had ruled out for containing the passport. We called the hostel we stayed at 2 nights ago (and a 15 hour drive away) and eventually tracked it down. We waved goodbye to the teams fortunate enough to have competent, passport wielding passengers as they drove through into Kazakhstan, while we turned around and made our way to Bishkek. The opportunity to drink the world’s highest brewed beer only comes around once in a lifetime. And thanks to Robbie that opportunity was missed. The only silver lining is that we were able to link back up with not standard issue and get stuck into the beers in Bishkek (Robbie’s shout even, which made them that much sweeter). Best day of my fucking life

Day 49
Stopped off at a petrol station to refuel and found that one of the front tyres had worn through (again). The 14inch rims really are the gift that keep on giving, and we are now officially out of spares. Continued with the theme of long days of driving as we are still pushing hard to make it to the finish line in time. Thrashed Shona while driving through a tunnel to get the full experience of our exhaust free engine. A bunch of other ralliers were camping by a lake, which we turned up fashionably late. Goody wanted to make use of his new fishing rod, but had to use an empty beer bottle as a float and a bolt as a sinker. No big catches tonight but the boys managed to score themselves a shrimp! Once we were sufficiently sloshed no one could figure out how to open the next vodka bottle. Luckily Sean has been getting practise on the power tools and made light work of it with a drill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 49
Stopped off at a petrol station to refuel and found that one of the front tyres had worn through (again). The 14inch rims really are the gift that keep on giving, and we are now officially out of spares. Continued with the theme of long days of driving as we are still pushing hard to make it to the finish line in time. Thrashed Shona while driving through a tunnel to get the full experience of our exhaust free engine. A bunch of other ralliers were camping by a lake, which we turned up fashionably late. Goody wanted to make use of his new fishing rod, but had to use an empty beer bottle as a float and a bolt as a sinker. No big catches tonight but the boys managed to score themselves a shrimp! Once we were sufficiently sloshed no one could figure out how to open the next vodka bottle. Luckily Sean has been getting practise on the power tools and made light work of it with a drill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 49
Stopped off at a petrol station to refuel and found that one of the front tyres had worn through (again). The 14inch rims really are the gift that keep on giving, and we are now officially out of spares. Continued with the theme of long days of driving as we are still pushing hard to make it to the finish line in time. Thrashed Shona while driving through a tunnel to get the full experience of our exhaust free engine. A bunch of other ralliers were camping by a lake, which we turned up fashionably late. Goody wanted to make use of his new fishing rod, but had to use an empty beer bottle as a float and a bolt as a sinker. No big catches tonight but the boys managed to score themselves a shrimp! Once we were sufficiently sloshed no one could figure out how to open the next vodka bottle. Luckily Sean has been getting practise on the power tools and made light work of it with a drill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 49
Stopped off at a petrol station to refuel and found that one of the front tyres had worn through (again). The 14inch rims really are the gift that keep on giving, and we are now officially out of spares. Continued with the theme of long days of driving as we are still pushing hard to make it to the finish line in time. Thrashed Shona while driving through a tunnel to get the full experience of our exhaust free engine. A bunch of other ralliers were camping by a lake, which we turned up fashionably late. Goody wanted to make use of his new fishing rod, but had to use an empty beer bottle as a float and a bolt as a sinker. No big catches tonight but the boys managed to score themselves a shrimp! Once we were sufficiently sloshed no one could figure out how to open the next vodka bottle. Luckily Sean has been getting practise on the power tools and made light work of it with a drill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 49
Stopped off at a petrol station to refuel and found that one of the front tyres had worn through (again). The 14inch rims really are the gift that keep on giving, and we are now officially out of spares. Continued with the theme of long days of driving as we are still pushing hard to make it to the finish line in time. Thrashed Shona while driving through a tunnel to get the full experience of our exhaust free engine. A bunch of other ralliers were camping by a lake, which we turned up fashionably late. Goody wanted to make use of his new fishing rod, but had to use an empty beer bottle as a float and a bolt as a sinker. No big catches tonight but the boys managed to score themselves a shrimp! Once we were sufficiently sloshed no one could figure out how to open the next vodka bottle. Luckily Sean has been getting practise on the power tools and made light work of it with a drill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 49
Stopped off at a petrol station to refuel and found that one of the front tyres had worn through (again). The 14inch rims really are the gift that keep on giving, and we are now officially out of spares. Continued with the theme of long days of driving as we are still pushing hard to make it to the finish line in time. Thrashed Shona while driving through a tunnel to get the full experience of our exhaust free engine. A bunch of other ralliers were camping by a lake, which we turned up fashionably late. Goody wanted to make use of his new fishing rod, but had to use an empty beer bottle as a float and a bolt as a sinker. No big catches tonight but the boys managed to score themselves a shrimp! Once we were sufficiently sloshed no one could figure out how to open the next vodka bottle. Luckily Sean has been getting practise on the power tools and made light work of it with a drill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 49
Stopped off at a petrol station to refuel and found that one of the front tyres had worn through (again). The 14inch rims really are the gift that keep on giving, and we are now officially out of spares. Continued with the theme of long days of driving as we are still pushing hard to make it to the finish line in time. Thrashed Shona while driving through a tunnel to get the full experience of our exhaust free engine. A bunch of other ralliers were camping by a lake, which we turned up fashionably late. Goody wanted to make use of his new fishing rod, but had to use an empty beer bottle as a float and a bolt as a sinker. No big catches tonight but the boys managed to score themselves a shrimp! Once we were sufficiently sloshed no one could figure out how to open the next vodka bottle. Luckily Sean has been getting practise on the power tools and made light work of it with a drill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 49
Stopped off at a petrol station to refuel and found that one of the front tyres had worn through (again). The 14inch rims really are the gift that keep on giving, and we are now officially out of spares. Continued with the theme of long days of driving as we are still pushing hard to make it to the finish line in time. Thrashed Shona while driving through a tunnel to get the full experience of our exhaust free engine. A bunch of other ralliers were camping by a lake, which we turned up fashionably late. Goody wanted to make use of his new fishing rod, but had to use an empty beer bottle as a float and a bolt as a sinker. No big catches tonight but the boys managed to score themselves a shrimp! Once we were sufficiently sloshed no one could figure out how to open the next vodka bottle. Luckily Sean has been getting practise on the power tools and made light work of it with a drill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 49
Stopped off at a petrol station to refuel and found that one of the front tyres had worn through (again). The 14inch rims really are the gift that keep on giving, and we are now officially out of spares. Continued with the theme of long days of driving as we are still pushing hard to make it to the finish line in time. Thrashed Shona while driving through a tunnel to get the full experience of our exhaust free engine. A bunch of other ralliers were camping by a lake, which we turned up fashionably late. Goody wanted to make use of his new fishing rod, but had to use an empty beer bottle as a float and a bolt as a sinker. No big catches tonight but the boys managed to score themselves a shrimp! Once we were sufficiently sloshed no one could figure out how to open the next vodka bottle. Luckily Sean has been getting practise on the power tools and made light work of it with a drill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 49
Stopped off at a petrol station to refuel and found that one of the front tyres had worn through (again). The 14inch rims really are the gift that keep on giving, and we are now officially out of spares. Continued with the theme of long days of driving as we are still pushing hard to make it to the finish line in time. Thrashed Shona while driving through a tunnel to get the full experience of our exhaust free engine. A bunch of other ralliers were camping by a lake, which we turned up fashionably late. Goody wanted to make use of his new fishing rod, but had to use an empty beer bottle as a float and a bolt as a sinker. No big catches tonight but the boys managed to score themselves a shrimp! Once we were sufficiently sloshed no one could figure out how to open the next vodka bottle. Luckily Sean has been getting practise on the power tools and made light work of it with a drill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 48
Woke up in our frosty tents and tackled another river crossing first thing in the morning. This one was simple, only needing to drive through a section of shallow water the length of our car. We didn’t even bother getting out of the car and checking out the river bed and just ran it. This complacency was almost the end of us, as we nailed a rock with the centre of the underside of our car, taking out one of our tow points, and barely missing our sump. We convoyed with a bunch of the people that we camped with and made our way through the border into Kyrgyzstan. Finally caught an elusive gopher on film - next step is catching one and crafting it into a winter hat. Best day of my fucking life

Day 48
Woke up in our frosty tents and tackled another river crossing first thing in the morning. This one was simple, only needing to drive through a section of shallow water the length of our car. We didn’t even bother getting out of the car and checking out the river bed and just ran it. This complacency was almost the end of us, as we nailed a rock with the centre of the underside of our car, taking out one of our tow points, and barely missing our sump. We convoyed with a bunch of the people that we camped with and made our way through the border into Kyrgyzstan. Finally caught an elusive gopher on film - next step is catching one and crafting it into a winter hat. Best day of my fucking life

Day 48
Woke up in our frosty tents and tackled another river crossing first thing in the morning. This one was simple, only needing to drive through a section of shallow water the length of our car. We didn’t even bother getting out of the car and checking out the river bed and just ran it. This complacency was almost the end of us, as we nailed a rock with the centre of the underside of our car, taking out one of our tow points, and barely missing our sump. We convoyed with a bunch of the people that we camped with and made our way through the border into Kyrgyzstan. Finally caught an elusive gopher on film - next step is catching one and crafting it into a winter hat. Best day of my fucking life

Day 48
Woke up in our frosty tents and tackled another river crossing first thing in the morning. This one was simple, only needing to drive through a section of shallow water the length of our car. We didn’t even bother getting out of the car and checking out the river bed and just ran it. This complacency was almost the end of us, as we nailed a rock with the centre of the underside of our car, taking out one of our tow points, and barely missing our sump. We convoyed with a bunch of the people that we camped with and made our way through the border into Kyrgyzstan. Finally caught an elusive gopher on film - next step is catching one and crafting it into a winter hat. Best day of my fucking life

Day 48
Woke up in our frosty tents and tackled another river crossing first thing in the morning. This one was simple, only needing to drive through a section of shallow water the length of our car. We didn’t even bother getting out of the car and checking out the river bed and just ran it. This complacency was almost the end of us, as we nailed a rock with the centre of the underside of our car, taking out one of our tow points, and barely missing our sump. We convoyed with a bunch of the people that we camped with and made our way through the border into Kyrgyzstan. Finally caught an elusive gopher on film - next step is catching one and crafting it into a winter hat. Best day of my fucking life

Day 48
Woke up in our frosty tents and tackled another river crossing first thing in the morning. This one was simple, only needing to drive through a section of shallow water the length of our car. We didn’t even bother getting out of the car and checking out the river bed and just ran it. This complacency was almost the end of us, as we nailed a rock with the centre of the underside of our car, taking out one of our tow points, and barely missing our sump. We convoyed with a bunch of the people that we camped with and made our way through the border into Kyrgyzstan. Finally caught an elusive gopher on film - next step is catching one and crafting it into a winter hat. Best day of my fucking life

Day 48
Woke up in our frosty tents and tackled another river crossing first thing in the morning. This one was simple, only needing to drive through a section of shallow water the length of our car. We didn’t even bother getting out of the car and checking out the river bed and just ran it. This complacency was almost the end of us, as we nailed a rock with the centre of the underside of our car, taking out one of our tow points, and barely missing our sump. We convoyed with a bunch of the people that we camped with and made our way through the border into Kyrgyzstan. Finally caught an elusive gopher on film - next step is catching one and crafting it into a winter hat. Best day of my fucking life

Day 48
Woke up in our frosty tents and tackled another river crossing first thing in the morning. This one was simple, only needing to drive through a section of shallow water the length of our car. We didn’t even bother getting out of the car and checking out the river bed and just ran it. This complacency was almost the end of us, as we nailed a rock with the centre of the underside of our car, taking out one of our tow points, and barely missing our sump. We convoyed with a bunch of the people that we camped with and made our way through the border into Kyrgyzstan. Finally caught an elusive gopher on film - next step is catching one and crafting it into a winter hat. Best day of my fucking life

Day 48
Woke up in our frosty tents and tackled another river crossing first thing in the morning. This one was simple, only needing to drive through a section of shallow water the length of our car. We didn’t even bother getting out of the car and checking out the river bed and just ran it. This complacency was almost the end of us, as we nailed a rock with the centre of the underside of our car, taking out one of our tow points, and barely missing our sump. We convoyed with a bunch of the people that we camped with and made our way through the border into Kyrgyzstan. Finally caught an elusive gopher on film - next step is catching one and crafting it into a winter hat. Best day of my fucking life

Day 48
Woke up in our frosty tents and tackled another river crossing first thing in the morning. This one was simple, only needing to drive through a section of shallow water the length of our car. We didn’t even bother getting out of the car and checking out the river bed and just ran it. This complacency was almost the end of us, as we nailed a rock with the centre of the underside of our car, taking out one of our tow points, and barely missing our sump. We convoyed with a bunch of the people that we camped with and made our way through the border into Kyrgyzstan. Finally caught an elusive gopher on film - next step is catching one and crafting it into a winter hat. Best day of my fucking life

Day 48
Woke up in our frosty tents and tackled another river crossing first thing in the morning. This one was simple, only needing to drive through a section of shallow water the length of our car. We didn’t even bother getting out of the car and checking out the river bed and just ran it. This complacency was almost the end of us, as we nailed a rock with the centre of the underside of our car, taking out one of our tow points, and barely missing our sump. We convoyed with a bunch of the people that we camped with and made our way through the border into Kyrgyzstan. Finally caught an elusive gopher on film - next step is catching one and crafting it into a winter hat. Best day of my fucking life

Day 48
Woke up in our frosty tents and tackled another river crossing first thing in the morning. This one was simple, only needing to drive through a section of shallow water the length of our car. We didn’t even bother getting out of the car and checking out the river bed and just ran it. This complacency was almost the end of us, as we nailed a rock with the centre of the underside of our car, taking out one of our tow points, and barely missing our sump. We convoyed with a bunch of the people that we camped with and made our way through the border into Kyrgyzstan. Finally caught an elusive gopher on film - next step is catching one and crafting it into a winter hat. Best day of my fucking life

Day 48
Woke up in our frosty tents and tackled another river crossing first thing in the morning. This one was simple, only needing to drive through a section of shallow water the length of our car. We didn’t even bother getting out of the car and checking out the river bed and just ran it. This complacency was almost the end of us, as we nailed a rock with the centre of the underside of our car, taking out one of our tow points, and barely missing our sump. We convoyed with a bunch of the people that we camped with and made our way through the border into Kyrgyzstan. Finally caught an elusive gopher on film - next step is catching one and crafting it into a winter hat. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 47
Treated ourselves to a homestay last night which meant a night indoors and starting our day with the luxury of a shower. Judging by the “no shitting the bed” signs, we’re not the first kiwi group to pass through here. To combat their overheating problems the boys drilled some speed/ventilation holes in their bonnet. We also discovered that one of Shona’s wheel holder things (let’s just call it a leg) is looking pretty grim. Continued our adventure along the Pamir Highway, and finally got far enough away from the border that we could bust the drone out and get some aerial footage again. Had a short police chase but once they realised they were out manned and out gunned they backed off. To help pass the time we tried to see how far Goody could drive with his eyes closed. We made it to the peak of the mountains - the highest road in Central Asia. Naturally, we forced Sean to do a hill start to mark the occasion. He nailed it on his (almost) first attempt! We made it to the next river crossing but saw a bunch of teams parked up and camped with them for the night. We camped at an altitude of over 4200m (80% of the elevation of Everest base camp), in fucking normal clothes, a Kmart tent and a $10 sleeping bag. It was below freezing, with a windchill to boot, and was literally the coldest I have been in my entire life. We did get a completely unobstructed view of the stars with zero light pollution which looked absolutely unbelievable. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 46
Early wake up to get Shona ready for the river crossing which we wanted to hit as early in the morning as possible - as it gets later, the temperature increases, melting more ice up the mountains, increasing water flow. Quick check on the exhaust which had broken off again and an attempt at removing the screw from the flat tyre and we hit the road. Goody had the bright idea of using the same bush as a toilet that Robbie had the previous night. Being the considerate camper he is, Goody brushed some leaves with his feet to cover his deposit, managing to kick Robbie’s shit in the process. Wearing slippers. With the toes cut out of them. Best day of my fucking life

On the way to the river crossing we hit a pothole HARD, causing the strop tying our spare tyres down to rip, with both tyres flying off the front of the vehicle. One of the tyres went down the cliff face never to be seen again. Thankfully there was no village down below because that would have seriously fucked someone’s day up and probably landed us in prison. Also - it was the punctured tyre! Good things can happen to bad people! We made it to the river crossing nice and early, walking it on foot several times, clearing out rocks that could take out our sump, and creating a path by packing in rocks and filling voids. The Tyre Straits boys took the lead and ran through it first to confirm that it is possible. After watching their successful run we decided we definitely need to remove our exhaust as there was no way we would get through without it causing serious issues. With no saw, or proper tools, we spent 2 hours filing the exhaust to cut through it. By the time this was completed the river’s flow had increased significantly, and all visibility of the riverbed had been lost. With time quickly running out and Shona as ready as she was ever going to be, we sent it. Made it through with no major damage and kept on pushing! Couple quick stops when the boys overheated as we continued our ascent and we finally made it to the promised land - sealed roads!! The battle was not over yet as although the road was sealed, there were potholes bigger than Shona. Best day of my fucking life

Day 45
Woke up in the morning to find some new issues with Shona - a flat tyre and the driver’s window pulley thing being fucked. Swapped out for a fresh tyre and headed to a mechanic to see if they could fix up our exhaust and the window mechanism. They managed to weld our exhaust back on, but we requested them to drill a few holes in it as we had grown fond of the loud revving noises. Bumped into Tyre Straits at the mechanics and convoyed with them again. Still feeling like celebrities every time we drive through a village, turning heads and getting waves. We had to drive late into the night due to our delayed start to keep on schedule. We drove up a mountain to a natural hot spring to camp for the night. The boys didn’t have as much power as us so we had to get out a few times and help push them up the hill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 45
Woke up in the morning to find some new issues with Shona - a flat tyre and the driver’s window pulley thing being fucked. Swapped out for a fresh tyre and headed to a mechanic to see if they could fix up our exhaust and the window mechanism. They managed to weld our exhaust back on, but we requested them to drill a few holes in it as we had grown fond of the loud revving noises. Bumped into Tyre Straits at the mechanics and convoyed with them again. Still feeling like celebrities every time we drive through a village, turning heads and getting waves. We had to drive late into the night due to our delayed start to keep on schedule. We drove up a mountain to a natural hot spring to camp for the night. The boys didn’t have as much power as us so we had to get out a few times and help push them up the hill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 45
Woke up in the morning to find some new issues with Shona - a flat tyre and the driver’s window pulley thing being fucked. Swapped out for a fresh tyre and headed to a mechanic to see if they could fix up our exhaust and the window mechanism. They managed to weld our exhaust back on, but we requested them to drill a few holes in it as we had grown fond of the loud revving noises. Bumped into Tyre Straits at the mechanics and convoyed with them again. Still feeling like celebrities every time we drive through a village, turning heads and getting waves. We had to drive late into the night due to our delayed start to keep on schedule. We drove up a mountain to a natural hot spring to camp for the night. The boys didn’t have as much power as us so we had to get out a few times and help push them up the hill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 45
Woke up in the morning to find some new issues with Shona - a flat tyre and the driver’s window pulley thing being fucked. Swapped out for a fresh tyre and headed to a mechanic to see if they could fix up our exhaust and the window mechanism. They managed to weld our exhaust back on, but we requested them to drill a few holes in it as we had grown fond of the loud revving noises. Bumped into Tyre Straits at the mechanics and convoyed with them again. Still feeling like celebrities every time we drive through a village, turning heads and getting waves. We had to drive late into the night due to our delayed start to keep on schedule. We drove up a mountain to a natural hot spring to camp for the night. The boys didn’t have as much power as us so we had to get out a few times and help push them up the hill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 45
Woke up in the morning to find some new issues with Shona - a flat tyre and the driver’s window pulley thing being fucked. Swapped out for a fresh tyre and headed to a mechanic to see if they could fix up our exhaust and the window mechanism. They managed to weld our exhaust back on, but we requested them to drill a few holes in it as we had grown fond of the loud revving noises. Bumped into Tyre Straits at the mechanics and convoyed with them again. Still feeling like celebrities every time we drive through a village, turning heads and getting waves. We had to drive late into the night due to our delayed start to keep on schedule. We drove up a mountain to a natural hot spring to camp for the night. The boys didn’t have as much power as us so we had to get out a few times and help push them up the hill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 45
Woke up in the morning to find some new issues with Shona - a flat tyre and the driver’s window pulley thing being fucked. Swapped out for a fresh tyre and headed to a mechanic to see if they could fix up our exhaust and the window mechanism. They managed to weld our exhaust back on, but we requested them to drill a few holes in it as we had grown fond of the loud revving noises. Bumped into Tyre Straits at the mechanics and convoyed with them again. Still feeling like celebrities every time we drive through a village, turning heads and getting waves. We had to drive late into the night due to our delayed start to keep on schedule. We drove up a mountain to a natural hot spring to camp for the night. The boys didn’t have as much power as us so we had to get out a few times and help push them up the hill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 45
Woke up in the morning to find some new issues with Shona - a flat tyre and the driver’s window pulley thing being fucked. Swapped out for a fresh tyre and headed to a mechanic to see if they could fix up our exhaust and the window mechanism. They managed to weld our exhaust back on, but we requested them to drill a few holes in it as we had grown fond of the loud revving noises. Bumped into Tyre Straits at the mechanics and convoyed with them again. Still feeling like celebrities every time we drive through a village, turning heads and getting waves. We had to drive late into the night due to our delayed start to keep on schedule. We drove up a mountain to a natural hot spring to camp for the night. The boys didn’t have as much power as us so we had to get out a few times and help push them up the hill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 45
Woke up in the morning to find some new issues with Shona - a flat tyre and the driver’s window pulley thing being fucked. Swapped out for a fresh tyre and headed to a mechanic to see if they could fix up our exhaust and the window mechanism. They managed to weld our exhaust back on, but we requested them to drill a few holes in it as we had grown fond of the loud revving noises. Bumped into Tyre Straits at the mechanics and convoyed with them again. Still feeling like celebrities every time we drive through a village, turning heads and getting waves. We had to drive late into the night due to our delayed start to keep on schedule. We drove up a mountain to a natural hot spring to camp for the night. The boys didn’t have as much power as us so we had to get out a few times and help push them up the hill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 45
Woke up in the morning to find some new issues with Shona - a flat tyre and the driver’s window pulley thing being fucked. Swapped out for a fresh tyre and headed to a mechanic to see if they could fix up our exhaust and the window mechanism. They managed to weld our exhaust back on, but we requested them to drill a few holes in it as we had grown fond of the loud revving noises. Bumped into Tyre Straits at the mechanics and convoyed with them again. Still feeling like celebrities every time we drive through a village, turning heads and getting waves. We had to drive late into the night due to our delayed start to keep on schedule. We drove up a mountain to a natural hot spring to camp for the night. The boys didn’t have as much power as us so we had to get out a few times and help push them up the hill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 45
Woke up in the morning to find some new issues with Shona - a flat tyre and the driver’s window pulley thing being fucked. Swapped out for a fresh tyre and headed to a mechanic to see if they could fix up our exhaust and the window mechanism. They managed to weld our exhaust back on, but we requested them to drill a few holes in it as we had grown fond of the loud revving noises. Bumped into Tyre Straits at the mechanics and convoyed with them again. Still feeling like celebrities every time we drive through a village, turning heads and getting waves. We had to drive late into the night due to our delayed start to keep on schedule. We drove up a mountain to a natural hot spring to camp for the night. The boys didn’t have as much power as us so we had to get out a few times and help push them up the hill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 45
Woke up in the morning to find some new issues with Shona - a flat tyre and the driver’s window pulley thing being fucked. Swapped out for a fresh tyre and headed to a mechanic to see if they could fix up our exhaust and the window mechanism. They managed to weld our exhaust back on, but we requested them to drill a few holes in it as we had grown fond of the loud revving noises. Bumped into Tyre Straits at the mechanics and convoyed with them again. Still feeling like celebrities every time we drive through a village, turning heads and getting waves. We had to drive late into the night due to our delayed start to keep on schedule. We drove up a mountain to a natural hot spring to camp for the night. The boys didn’t have as much power as us so we had to get out a few times and help push them up the hill. Best day of my fucking life

Day 44
Started the day early continuing our convoy with the Cunning Stunts trying to time it to get through a construction site during their lunch break - or else the road is closed and we would have to wait for hours. On the journey we hit a rock causing our exhaust to get knocked off. With only cable ties, some chicken wire, and electrical cables we were able to get it pulled up higher to the body of the car so it wouldn’t drag and cause more damage or get completely ripped off. The silver lining of this is now Shona sounds like a true rally car! After a few hours driving and a couple warning shots at the taliban we pulled into Khorog to stay in a hotel for the night. Upon emptying the car we found that our jar of tomatoes had exploded in the boot of the car due to the heat. Surprisingly didn’t make too bad of a mess. Looking forward to the smell in the coming days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 44
Started the day early continuing our convoy with the Cunning Stunts trying to time it to get through a construction site during their lunch break - or else the road is closed and we would have to wait for hours. On the journey we hit a rock causing our exhaust to get knocked off. With only cable ties, some chicken wire, and electrical cables we were able to get it pulled up higher to the body of the car so it wouldn’t drag and cause more damage or get completely ripped off. The silver lining of this is now Shona sounds like a true rally car! After a few hours driving and a couple warning shots at the taliban we pulled into Khorog to stay in a hotel for the night. Upon emptying the car we found that our jar of tomatoes had exploded in the boot of the car due to the heat. Surprisingly didn’t make too bad of a mess. Looking forward to the smell in the coming days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 44
Started the day early continuing our convoy with the Cunning Stunts trying to time it to get through a construction site during their lunch break - or else the road is closed and we would have to wait for hours. On the journey we hit a rock causing our exhaust to get knocked off. With only cable ties, some chicken wire, and electrical cables we were able to get it pulled up higher to the body of the car so it wouldn’t drag and cause more damage or get completely ripped off. The silver lining of this is now Shona sounds like a true rally car! After a few hours driving and a couple warning shots at the taliban we pulled into Khorog to stay in a hotel for the night. Upon emptying the car we found that our jar of tomatoes had exploded in the boot of the car due to the heat. Surprisingly didn’t make too bad of a mess. Looking forward to the smell in the coming days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 44
Started the day early continuing our convoy with the Cunning Stunts trying to time it to get through a construction site during their lunch break - or else the road is closed and we would have to wait for hours. On the journey we hit a rock causing our exhaust to get knocked off. With only cable ties, some chicken wire, and electrical cables we were able to get it pulled up higher to the body of the car so it wouldn’t drag and cause more damage or get completely ripped off. The silver lining of this is now Shona sounds like a true rally car! After a few hours driving and a couple warning shots at the taliban we pulled into Khorog to stay in a hotel for the night. Upon emptying the car we found that our jar of tomatoes had exploded in the boot of the car due to the heat. Surprisingly didn’t make too bad of a mess. Looking forward to the smell in the coming days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 44
Started the day early continuing our convoy with the Cunning Stunts trying to time it to get through a construction site during their lunch break - or else the road is closed and we would have to wait for hours. On the journey we hit a rock causing our exhaust to get knocked off. With only cable ties, some chicken wire, and electrical cables we were able to get it pulled up higher to the body of the car so it wouldn’t drag and cause more damage or get completely ripped off. The silver lining of this is now Shona sounds like a true rally car! After a few hours driving and a couple warning shots at the taliban we pulled into Khorog to stay in a hotel for the night. Upon emptying the car we found that our jar of tomatoes had exploded in the boot of the car due to the heat. Surprisingly didn’t make too bad of a mess. Looking forward to the smell in the coming days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 44
Started the day early continuing our convoy with the Cunning Stunts trying to time it to get through a construction site during their lunch break - or else the road is closed and we would have to wait for hours. On the journey we hit a rock causing our exhaust to get knocked off. With only cable ties, some chicken wire, and electrical cables we were able to get it pulled up higher to the body of the car so it wouldn’t drag and cause more damage or get completely ripped off. The silver lining of this is now Shona sounds like a true rally car! After a few hours driving and a couple warning shots at the taliban we pulled into Khorog to stay in a hotel for the night. Upon emptying the car we found that our jar of tomatoes had exploded in the boot of the car due to the heat. Surprisingly didn’t make too bad of a mess. Looking forward to the smell in the coming days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 44
Started the day early continuing our convoy with the Cunning Stunts trying to time it to get through a construction site during their lunch break - or else the road is closed and we would have to wait for hours. On the journey we hit a rock causing our exhaust to get knocked off. With only cable ties, some chicken wire, and electrical cables we were able to get it pulled up higher to the body of the car so it wouldn’t drag and cause more damage or get completely ripped off. The silver lining of this is now Shona sounds like a true rally car! After a few hours driving and a couple warning shots at the taliban we pulled into Khorog to stay in a hotel for the night. Upon emptying the car we found that our jar of tomatoes had exploded in the boot of the car due to the heat. Surprisingly didn’t make too bad of a mess. Looking forward to the smell in the coming days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 44
Started the day early continuing our convoy with the Cunning Stunts trying to time it to get through a construction site during their lunch break - or else the road is closed and we would have to wait for hours. On the journey we hit a rock causing our exhaust to get knocked off. With only cable ties, some chicken wire, and electrical cables we were able to get it pulled up higher to the body of the car so it wouldn’t drag and cause more damage or get completely ripped off. The silver lining of this is now Shona sounds like a true rally car! After a few hours driving and a couple warning shots at the taliban we pulled into Khorog to stay in a hotel for the night. Upon emptying the car we found that our jar of tomatoes had exploded in the boot of the car due to the heat. Surprisingly didn’t make too bad of a mess. Looking forward to the smell in the coming days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 44
Started the day early continuing our convoy with the Cunning Stunts trying to time it to get through a construction site during their lunch break - or else the road is closed and we would have to wait for hours. On the journey we hit a rock causing our exhaust to get knocked off. With only cable ties, some chicken wire, and electrical cables we were able to get it pulled up higher to the body of the car so it wouldn’t drag and cause more damage or get completely ripped off. The silver lining of this is now Shona sounds like a true rally car! After a few hours driving and a couple warning shots at the taliban we pulled into Khorog to stay in a hotel for the night. Upon emptying the car we found that our jar of tomatoes had exploded in the boot of the car due to the heat. Surprisingly didn’t make too bad of a mess. Looking forward to the smell in the coming days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 44
Started the day early continuing our convoy with the Cunning Stunts trying to time it to get through a construction site during their lunch break - or else the road is closed and we would have to wait for hours. On the journey we hit a rock causing our exhaust to get knocked off. With only cable ties, some chicken wire, and electrical cables we were able to get it pulled up higher to the body of the car so it wouldn’t drag and cause more damage or get completely ripped off. The silver lining of this is now Shona sounds like a true rally car! After a few hours driving and a couple warning shots at the taliban we pulled into Khorog to stay in a hotel for the night. Upon emptying the car we found that our jar of tomatoes had exploded in the boot of the car due to the heat. Surprisingly didn’t make too bad of a mess. Looking forward to the smell in the coming days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 44
Started the day early continuing our convoy with the Cunning Stunts trying to time it to get through a construction site during their lunch break - or else the road is closed and we would have to wait for hours. On the journey we hit a rock causing our exhaust to get knocked off. With only cable ties, some chicken wire, and electrical cables we were able to get it pulled up higher to the body of the car so it wouldn’t drag and cause more damage or get completely ripped off. The silver lining of this is now Shona sounds like a true rally car! After a few hours driving and a couple warning shots at the taliban we pulled into Khorog to stay in a hotel for the night. Upon emptying the car we found that our jar of tomatoes had exploded in the boot of the car due to the heat. Surprisingly didn’t make too bad of a mess. Looking forward to the smell in the coming days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 44
Started the day early continuing our convoy with the Cunning Stunts trying to time it to get through a construction site during their lunch break - or else the road is closed and we would have to wait for hours. On the journey we hit a rock causing our exhaust to get knocked off. With only cable ties, some chicken wire, and electrical cables we were able to get it pulled up higher to the body of the car so it wouldn’t drag and cause more damage or get completely ripped off. The silver lining of this is now Shona sounds like a true rally car! After a few hours driving and a couple warning shots at the taliban we pulled into Khorog to stay in a hotel for the night. Upon emptying the car we found that our jar of tomatoes had exploded in the boot of the car due to the heat. Surprisingly didn’t make too bad of a mess. Looking forward to the smell in the coming days. Best day of my fucking life

Day 44
Started the day early continuing our convoy with the Cunning Stunts trying to time it to get through a construction site during their lunch break - or else the road is closed and we would have to wait for hours. On the journey we hit a rock causing our exhaust to get knocked off. With only cable ties, some chicken wire, and electrical cables we were able to get it pulled up higher to the body of the car so it wouldn’t drag and cause more damage or get completely ripped off. The silver lining of this is now Shona sounds like a true rally car! After a few hours driving and a couple warning shots at the taliban we pulled into Khorog to stay in a hotel for the night. Upon emptying the car we found that our jar of tomatoes had exploded in the boot of the car due to the heat. Surprisingly didn’t make too bad of a mess. Looking forward to the smell in the coming days. Best day of my fucking life