Pic 1. Old car fans, who tracked us down at the hotel. Pic 2. Team Nissan, who have worked hard on Kip's car for three days. Pic 3. Where UB residents go for car spares and accessories - huge area of stalls in old containers. Pic 4. At the police station.
First thing: We're now doing a final pack and parcelling up things to send home with DHL. Stocked up with instant noodles, which seem to be available at every corner shop, but we will probably get very bored with them.
Today is pretty grey, so we're hoping not to have our first rain on the day we wave goodbye to the hood!
We'll be heading towards the ancient capital of Kharkhorin, and apparently there is tarmac all the way, so it should be a smooth start.
It will probably be a while before we can add more photos, but will when we can.
Later: After a lot of faffing, including making a snorkel for the exhaust pipe, and finding the tiny offices of a local TV station to get a DVD of the news segment they broadcast on us, we finally headed out of UB. Stopped briefly to try to buy a newspaper which supposedly had us in it, and people crowded round the car. One stole Sebs's film camera and ran. I gave chase, joined by others. Suspect apprehended, no camera though. Now at police station.
Later still: Spent 3 hours at a police station, with a very helpful woman called Undrakh. It was her husband who apprehended the villain, and she works as a translator, so helped with police statements. Seb wants to buy another camera tomorrow - Sunday and shops won't open until late, so unlikely to leave UB until tomorrow afternoon. The schedule is slipping.
Today is pretty grey, so we're hoping not to have our first rain on the day we wave goodbye to the hood!
We'll be heading towards the ancient capital of Kharkhorin, and apparently there is tarmac all the way, so it should be a smooth start.
It will probably be a while before we can add more photos, but will when we can.
Later: After a lot of faffing, including making a snorkel for the exhaust pipe, and finding the tiny offices of a local TV station to get a DVD of the news segment they broadcast on us, we finally headed out of UB. Stopped briefly to try to buy a newspaper which supposedly had us in it, and people crowded round the car. One stole Sebs's film camera and ran. I gave chase, joined by others. Suspect apprehended, no camera though. Now at police station.
Later still: Spent 3 hours at a police station, with a very helpful woman called Undrakh. It was her husband who apprehended the villain, and she works as a translator, so helped with police statements. Seb wants to buy another camera tomorrow - Sunday and shops won't open until late, so unlikely to leave UB until tomorrow afternoon. The schedule is slipping.
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Happy birthday Seb from all the gang at Whit in Stranraer. Sorry you are not with us but what an adventure you must be having! BDC Scottish Region. PS: Is the tent big enough?
What can I say? Just keep going: the tent! the sand! the wind! the hood! Think Paris!
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