London to Mongolia. Check. Done. Finito. Unfortunatelly its a whole new ball game geting to the finish line 1200km away across the most sparse, desolate and unforgiving terrain imaginable.

....First a quick shout out for the Stans (Turkmen,Uzbek,Krygz and Kazakh) and a definate big up for the one, the only, Turkmenbashi - the leader of Turkmen who not only changed his own name for the post, but has renamed a month after his mother. Bless....

A quick blast across Russia and now to Mongolia. Let the fun begin. 10km past the border and already the fuel tank had sprung a leak, the exhaust pipe had fallen off, a chasm is appearing in a wheel arch and we have blown a tire. Splendid. Thankfully we had enough fuel to carry us 50km into the middle of the mountians. Night fell, the track gave way to an accomodating swamp\rockery effect and we found ourselves lost, cold and bemused. Perfect.

A new sun signals a change of fortune. On arriving at the first village en route, 100km in, we have been taken in by a family. Father fixes the machine, mother fixes the food and the kids create a comical chaos. With body and spirit replenished its time to crack on.

The wondering minsterals.

Finally in Mongolia.