Last night was the Czechout party for the 2009 Mongol Rally. The majority of the 500 teams starting in the UK, Spain and Italy converged on Hrad Klenova for a night of alcohol and bravado fuelled mayhem. All of the teams camped on a massive, if somewhat uneven, field just outside of the village of Klenova, then headed up the hill to the castle to party the night away.
Once we had parked the Subprime Micra and pitched our tent we wandered up to join the festivities and locate the clerk from the bookshop. On Sunday night we had arranged through the German to meet the clerk at the party, whom we would know as he
would be dressed as a chemist.
After mingling for the Mongol Rally crowd for a couple of hours, and enjoying some barbeque chicken and Czech sausages we set to work looking for the bookshop clerk. Unfortunately, as the event was fancy dress the clerk wasn't the only one dressed as a chemist, but after using our secret password on a few confused rallyers, we finally found our man.
Apparently, while in the bookstore the pinstriped men had purchased a number of phrasebooks for Turkey, and much more significantly, maps and guidebooks for Trabzon, near the border with Iran. With this news we're making plans to drive to Trabzon as soon as possible. The pinstriped men have a solid three day head start on us, but they don't have the Subprime Micra. The chase is on...
Last night was the Czechout party for the 2009 Mongol Rally. The majority of the 500 teams starting in the UK, Spain and Italy converged on Hrad Klenova for a night of alcohol and bravado fuelled mayhem. All of the teams camped on a massive, if somewhat uneven, field just outside of the village of Klenova, then headed up the hill to the castle to party the night away.
Once we had parked the Subprime Micra and pitched our tent we wandered up to join the festivities and locate the clerk from the bookshop. On Sunday night we had arranged through the German to meet the clerk at the party, whom we would know as he would be dressed as a chemist.
After mingling for the Mongol Rally crowd for a couple of hours, and enjoying some barbeque chicken and Czech sausages we set to work looking for the bookshop clerk. Unfortunately, as the event was fancy dress the clerk wasn't the only one dressed as a chemist, but after using our secret password on a few confused rallyers, we finally found our man.
Apparently, while in the bookstore the pinstriped men had purchased a number of phrasebooks for Turkey, and much more significantly, maps and guidebooks for Trabzon, near the border with Iran. With this news we're making plans to drive to Trabzon as soon as possible. The pinstriped men have a solid three day head start on us, but they don't have the Subprime Micra. The chase is on...
Mick - can you make sure that pete changes out of the clothes that he appears to have been wearing for the entire journey - in particular the brown trousers :)
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Ahhh, the interpretive dance photos. Looks like a great party.
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