The Mongol Rally thunders 10,000 miles across the mountains, desert and steppe of Europe and Asia each summer. There's no backup, no support and no set route; just me, fellow adventurists and a tiny car I bought from a scrapyard for £11.50.
If nothing goes wrong, everything has gone wrong.
Forget tarmac, ABS and gadgets that help find your navel. The Mongol Rally is about getting lost, using your long neglected wits, raising shedloads of cash for charity and scraping into the finish line with your vehicle in tatters and a wild grin smeared across your grubby face.
Neither my car, nor my life, will ever be the same again.
THE RULES OF THE RALLY ARE GLORIOUSLY SIMPLE…
1. I CAN ONLY TAKE A FARCICALLY SMALL VEHICLE
2. I'M COMPLETELY ON MY OWN (LITERALLY)
3. I'VE GOT TO RAISE AT LEAST £1000 FOR CHARITY
Any help that you can give me is sincerely appreciated!