During our long trip from Britain, Steve has been the designated navigator. There is very good reason for this. He trained to be a scientist (now he is a cameraman) and his brain is very large. I am navigationally challenged. Always have been. Always will be. I guess this means that my brain is slightly smaller than Steve’s.
Well, on Day 25 of the 10,000-mile Mongol Rally, we decided that I would do some navigation. Why, I am not entirely sure. What I am sure about is that we are lost in the Siberian wilderness and it is my fault. Steve uses his trusty GPS to navigate. I use good old fashion maps. This strategy led us into a field, far away from civilization. The road we went down ended. It is now pitch black. Even Steve’s GPS refuses to help.
Steve also decided that now would be a good time to read the following from his beloved Lonely Planet travel guide book.
“The Altai Republic has the second highest crime levels in Russia. As a retired regional police chief (now forced to work as a taxi driver to make a living) told us, ‘Its easier to get away with stuff when you are so far from civilization’…it pays to be aware that this is the real ‘Wild East’ territory.”