Why drive to Mongolia?
Choosing to forgo the complexity of air travel, with its waiting lounges, grimly friendly air hostesses telling you to sit back down through grimacing masks of orange make-up, and offensively diminutive UHT milk pots, we have chosen instead to drive, with plenty of room for full-size milk containers.
Though Dominic failed his first driving test by pulling onto a dual carriageway in front of a double decker bus at 80 miles per hour without indicating; despite the fact that Steve cannot drive at all and suffers from chronic, debilitating car sickness, and even though Jack’s stature at 6‘5” makes long periods in a seated position intensely uncomfortable; at a mere 10,000 miles the team is obliviously confident that driving is the correct choice.
And how else to get a tan than a trip to the city which literally means means “Red Hero”? Too often, our holidays in the British Riviera have been marred by gale force winds and torrential rain. In the rain shadow of the Himalaya mountains, the mighty Gobi desert can reach temperatures of 37.2 Celsius, enjoying just 194 millimetres (7.6 in) of rainfall annually, in contrast to the UK which suffers an average 200mm in November and December alone. No sand to trouble our delicate butt cracks: much of the Gobi is not sandy but consists of exposed, bare rock.
We are also hoping that through this endeavor we will be able to raise £2500 for charity. However, we need your help! Please see our charities section for the link to donate.