Kublai Kooks - Mongol Rally 2017
Day 46 - August 30, 2017
Wild Camp, Kazakhstan
Countries: 27 KMs/Miles: 16624/10390
Breakdowns: 15 Time @ Borders: 46h 30m
The crew woke up in a recently harvested field that was a lot closer to the road than what they had thought. Up on the hill there was a farmer on a horse herding cows and at one point another farmer in a harvester drive past who gave a friendly wave and seemed to be chuckling to himself. We consider that our countries are friendly and welcoming to outsiders but I’m sure if a farmer came across a motley lot in two clapped out rust buckets he would be pretty quick to grab the shotgun and see them on their way. One of the most amazing things about this part of the world was the general hospitality and friendly demeanour of the locals towards the Kooks.
It was the first morning without Yacks and Stananball had moved to a significantly small car so everyone was trying to adjust their morning schedule. Stananball headed off first and the Kooks followed shortly after with the plan to try and catch the convoy later that night. The roads were horrific again and made driving for John and Josh a test of their concentration with pot holes and raised sections that could put a quick end to their trip. Now that there was only one car they’d thrown all of their eggs in one basket.
The drive was unremarkable other than the fields of Marijuana / Ganga / Mary Jane / The Old Whacky Backy / Devils Lettuce / The Sticky Icky / Ubonic Chronic / The Shizzzle My Nizzle / The Old Whaka-chang-chang. It’s crazy to think that in some of the Kooks home countries this stuff is illegal with serious penalties for possessing or selling it. Yet here it was growing wild on the sides of the road in Kazakhstan.
Driving for hundreds of kilometres the view was predominantly flat tussock grass with the occasional field of wheat. The Kooks tried to keep themselves entertained with podcasts and caught up with Stananball for a bit of lunch in a small town. As it began getting dark they passed through a town where the smog was so think you could smell it and the headlights were struggling to push through it. As they came over a bridge in the town it was clear that what was causing it - several large chimneys pumping out think black smoke. This is kind of what some of the Kooks had pictured this part of the world to be like.
Shortly after the town one of the Kooks spotted a car on the side of the road that looked like it was a rally car. They flipped a bitch only to find out it was the Aussie boys and Geej. Woohoo! They’d found a good little camp spot with a car of Germans and a car of Norwegian girls. Tents were thrown up and drinks were poured as the Kooks had finally caught up with the Aussie boys who they had been planning on travelling with since meeting back in London. The head chefs combined to cook a Michelin Star tuna pasta dish. The Kooks were happy to have Geej back and a new group of people to exchange stories with, and better yet they were going to be done with the Stans tomorrow. Good riddens. End transmission.