We hit our 17 straight hour in the car as the clock rolled over to 10 p.m. I took a drink and rattled the Red Bull can to make sure there was still some left before setting it down.
Red Bull is one of the four Mongol Rally food groups. The others are croissants, pasta and a weird vanilla wafer that every single shop and gas station in central Asia has in stocked at all times.
Tonight we were pressing hard to cross the border from Kazakhstan and then back into Russia. I just hoped this time we wouldn’t crash our car on the other side. My team, the Cads and Bounders, were excited about this for two reasons.
1-The roads in Kazakhstan suck. One Mongol rally team wrote, “The roads of Kazakhstan are paved with the souls of disappointed tourists.”
No lie; there are gigantic man-sized pot holes everywhere. Plus, there is nothing but flat fields for landscape, which only show their true beauty at sunset, and when you spend all day riding in a car with three other smelly guys, over man-size pot holes, sunset doesn’t come soon enough.
I swear every time we bounced over a pothole, a puff of dust would rise from all of us just like Pigpen from Charlie Brown.
2- My visa would expire in 24 hours, and although I was concerned, my situation wasn’t nearly as dire as others. Another team, the Great Danes, a team from Denmark, raced ahead of us. They had less than three hours to get out of the country. They also had one of my former teammates Alex with them.
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