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Day 23: Ashgabat, Turkmenistan

Thursday 17th August 2017 at 13:00

 

We had about an 8 car convoy that left customs together. It’s a solid 6 hour drive to Ashgabat – the capital – from Turkmembashi where the port is. No one thought we’d make it all the way there without resting, but the only plan we had at the moment was to head east and figure it out along the way. The sun started coming up and for the first time for a lot of us we saw legitimate sand dunes. Turkmenistan is basically a whole bunch of nothing. Regardless it was cool to see the sunrise, and for that matter the moon set behind us. It’s pretty crazy because of some optical elusion as it hits the horizon it looks like it starts to compress into a rectangle. Trippy. That was about the first time we switched out drivers.

For me the biggest problem we had at the moment was water, and to certain extent food. We had run out of water hours ago and had busted out the life straw so we could drink whatever water we could find. Quite convenient that life straw. I have a feeling there were a few kids that filled up their bottles from the tap at the border building, and I also have a feeling they had a stomach issue for the next day or so. The Austrian team Freewheelin was leading the way and they eventually found a convenience store type thing along the way. Once we entered Romania it really got difficult to spot stores or restaurants, your best bet is to look for some Coca-Cola sign somewhere. Even when we pulled in it didn’t feel like a store, but when we walked in it was absolute heaven. One thing I haven’t mentioned before is the lack of refrigeration in most of where we’ve been. That little shop in nowhere Turkmenistan was the first time we’d seen legitimate fridges in a very long time. They even had working freezers with ice cream!!! It’s kinda weird to think about the things we expect as normal (and I’m sure as shit glad they are) because something as simple as a cold bottle of water is such a treat. When you have no a/c and are driving around places like Turkey with the windows down it’s only a matter of time before something that was even moderately cold is warm. And no one likes to drink warm water except for weirdos. Sorry, by warm I mean so hot you could probably cook ramen noodles. It SUCKS.

Ashgabat is weird because the hotels don’t exactly care for guests. If you show up too late in the day they will tell you that they don’t have rooms. The big place to meet there is called the Grand Turkmen Hotel, which isn’t exactly grand but it’s supposed to have wi-fi which is incredibly rare. Anywhere in Europe, Turkey, normal countries will have free wi-fi in a cafe. Turkmenistan being a dictatorship and all they don’t really have much access to the internet. More on that in a minute. At this point I think our convoy had dwindled down to 6 or so teams. When we got there the room was a little more expensive that we thought they would be ($109/night) but whatever, we were drenched in sweat and they had a pool and wi-fi. So we checked in. Turns out that very day they were shocking the pool so it was green and un-swimmable, and the wi-fi sucks. General word of advice is to have a VPN for your phone or computer if you’re going to be visiting a country with limited internet. The internet was actually so slow that the VPN’s wouldn’t work. At this point I think we had been out of contact with family and such for about 4 days, and the Turkmen government blocks Facebook, WhatsApp, most apps in the Google/Apple store, everything. We were there for an hour before we were able to get a message out to people. NOTE TO FUTURE RALLIERS IF IT STILLS EXISTS:: There’s an app in the android store you can download called Psiphon and it will let your phone portal through their stupid restrictions.

Anywho everyone showered up and decided to rest or not. Interesting thing about Turkmenistan, if you get money from an ATM you will get an exchange rate of approx 3.5 manat per USD. However the official rate is supposed to be higher, and there happened to be a little shop in the hotel that sold water and beer and such, and the woman running it would give you 6.6:1. That’s near double how far your money goes. Crazy. There were quite a few teams that were staying at the hotel and there was a consensus to meet downstairs around 7 and go check out the city a bit. 7 came around and there were at least 10 people or so downstairs exchanging stories. It was hot as fuck outside so I decided against walking around for fun. One of the other rallyers didn’t want to either, so we walked over to a restaurant to have a beer. Never met the guy before, he was Australian and pretty cool. We chatted for a bit before everyone showed up at the restaurant. Here’s another weird thing about Turkmenistan. There’s a curfew. At 10pm the restaurant literally turned off all the lights on the patio so if you were eating you had to do it in the dark, and figure out how to pay your bill in the dark too.

At this point we had become pretty good friends with a British team, two brothers Chris and Rich Birch. Great dudes. They had wandered around earlier in the day and found some random hole in the wall place that served beer so they led us there. When we got there it was empty and clearly closing, but we decided to go in and see what happened. For the most part the owner and the guys running the place spoke no English but they were cool with us having a beer or two, as long as we left before 11. At some point I got up and tried to talk to the bar people. Turns out one knew some English because he lived in Brooklyn shortly. I have no idea what we talked about but that went on. The owner eventually got uncomfortable with us being there because of the curfew thing. I don’t think he had a problem with us there at all, but the rules are super strict and he didn’t want to get in trouble I imagine. Fair enough. Super awesome though, we asked for a few beers to-go and they filled up a few empty liter bottles of beer from the tap. I’m not sure they even charged us. Cool people.

Back at the lobby of the hotel there were still a few teams up so we hung out for a bit exchanging stories and what not. I’m not sure when it happened but someone discovered that there was a club downstairs so some went down to check it out. This is really weird. It’s literally a bar filled with prostitutes. I should mention something else we had heard earlier in the day. It’s illegal to have pre-marital sex, and it’s illegal to have sex from someone who isn’t from Turkmenistan. So at this hotel, the biggest in the city, underneath it, is a club where it is common knowledge in the city where you can go find a hooker. In the year 2017 there’s a country where almost everything is illegal, yet it’s literally easier to find a hooker than it is to use the internet. Turkmenistan is a weird place.

 

 

 

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    Ryan and I decided to wander around in the afternoon and find some souvenirs. Somewhere along the way we heard some gibberish coming from a loudspeaker in the town square so we headed that way. Turns out it was A BREAK DANCE BATTLE! The guy on the P.A. just kept yelling “blah blah ALL STYLES.”

    For a town square middle of the afternoon break dance battle it ended up being incredibly lame. I’ve seen a better break dance battle start spontaneously at an LMFAO concert 7 years ago, so color me unimpressed. We walked around for a little longer and decided to find some food. Italian sounded awesome, we hadn’t had a solid pizza since America. We did find an Italian place, but we did not find good pizza. Google translate struggled to translate the all Russian menu but we ordered what was supposed to be a “meatlovers” or so we thought. Sorry for the blurry picture, but the pizza had possibly no sauce on it and was just cheese, ham and pickles? Silly Russia…

    Ryan had a flight out that night, so we said our goodbyes. What a fucking adventure.

     

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  • Sunday 6th May 2018 at 18:18

    Day 46: Finish line +1

     

    Uuuuughhh very rough start. I think I had a 10am appointment to take our car to the train yard and sign over the title but there was no fucking way that was going to happen. We had a very late night and a ton of beer. Rich and I stayed out until close to 4. I think I peeled myself out of bed around 1 and managed to get the car to the rail yard by 2 or so. Thankfully the appointment slots didn’t really mean much, the people there would take about 20 cars per day and it didn’t matter when – unofficially. One of our license plates had rattled off somewhere in Mongolia but I was determined to keep the other one but I had to take it off stealthily, which I successfully did. Then it was time to say goodbye to el Doblo. She done good.

    There were a couple Aussies at the yard at the same time so we all shared an uber back to the finish line. There was an awesome and empty massive bar there with wi-fi. The only thing left to do was to find a flight home. I had tried the day before but the airline sites were timing out for some reason. Getting home from Ulan-Ude isn’t exactly tricky but it requires flying to Moscow first, which was the part I was having difficulty with. The flights 2 days later were filling up and the tickets went from a little over $300 to $500 by the time I was able to book a ticket. Flights from Moscow were surprisingly cheap from being so far away, somewhere in the $500 range. Thankfully I remember to check the American Airlines website because it just so happened I had enough miles to fly home from Moscow for free AND first class the entire way. After 6 weeks on the road a little luxury was a welcome surprise.

    Mitch had flown home early that morning but Ryan and I were still in town along with the Birch brothers as well as Hendrick and Dave from Starsky and Dutch. We decided we should find a nice restaurant that night for dinner, which we did sort of. Honestly don’t remember a ton of details because as soon as my flight was booked I hit the beers once again to celebrate with more of the teams that were arriving at the finish. We hit a few bars that night and then unfortunately all had to say goodbye. Ryan and I didn’t fly our respective ways for 2 days (that crazy son of a bitch flew to southeast Asia after our trip) but everyone else left in the morning.

     

     

     

     

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  • Sunday 6th May 2018 at 17:41

    Day 45: The Mongol F’ing Rally Finish Line

    Today would be the last early morning of the trip. We got up a little after 7, prayed the cars would start, and then headed to the finish line which was about 3 hours away.

    I spent the first half of the drive thinking about the journey and what I would write to my friends and family on Facebook. I’ll admit that I was fighting back tearing up at the thought of getting there and how much the trip had meant. The guys let me take over for the last leg of the drive so that I could be the one to drive to the finish. Very cool.

    For being in the middle of absolutely nowhere Ulan-Ude is a surprisingly big city. It took a while to wind through the city and then all of a sudden we pulled into a big open courtyard and there it was.

    We waited our turn to drive up on to the stage and get some incredibly awesome pictures taken. After all we’d been through, after all the car had been through. I’m still a little shocked that the Doblo pulled it off. We had cursed it a million times and we couldn’t be ready to be done with it. To it’s credit though that stupid car made it. We limped to the finish line, but we still made it.

    There was a ton of paperwork to fill out, including writing our team info on a big board of everyone else who had made it. 45 days later. Out of around 300 teams we finished #108 I believe. As you can imagine we took a ton of pictures, and got a lot with our convoy mates. We have all been together since Turkmenistan.

    After that it was up to us to do with all our stuff. We sorted through everything we had looking for any souvenirs. Anything that was still in good condition we added to the donation pile. Mitch decided to take quite a big souvenir for himself, which he managed to do with an axe.

    We all booked a room at a hotel a few miles from the finish line, aaaaaaand then we started drinking and didn’t stop.

    For those interested here’s my finish line FB post:

    “This is a little surreal. After a year of planning and 7 weeks on the road here we are at the finish line of something I never thought I’d be able to do. The Mongol Rally has probably been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It’s been mentally exhausting, physically grueling, frustrating, and stressful. There were a lot of points where we could have given up. Our car is a 13 year old Italian car that has no business being where we’ve taken it. Our engine blew up, our fuel pump is patched together with bailing wire and glue, all of the suspension is gone. We’ve been stranded in some of the most desolate places I’ve ever been. But we didn’t give up.

    It’s also been an incredible and once in a lifetime experience that’s taken me through places I’d never see otherwise. We’ve met so many wonderful and hilarious people along the way and made some great friends. This picture is 100% worth the trouble it took to get here.

    Understandably there was a lot of concern for our safety and well being traveling through 20 countries. One of the things I wanted to prove to myself and everyone else is that the world isn’t as scary as we sometimes think it is. There hasn’t been a moment over the last 7 weeks that I’ve felt threatened in any way.

    While there is a small fraction that try to make it seem otherwise, this world of ours is absolutely full of good people. The amount of kindness and hospitality we’ve received from strangers is indescribable and unrepayable. We made it to the end in large part due to help from people who don’t speak our language and will never see again, who didn’t have to but many times went out of their way to help us. There hasn’t been any point where our nationality has been an issue. Whether it was the hundreds of honks and waves we got or sharing vodka with Russian border guards (one of whom may or not be in the mob, gave me his #, an open invitation to stay at his home and said he’d beat up anyone who gave us any trouble in Russia – thanks Stas!) most people don’t give a fuck about geopolitics and are just very appreciative that we came to visit their country. They were great representatives of theirs and we’ve done our best to be good unofficial ambassadors for America.

    From the bottom of my heart I want to thank my teammates Ryan Goodman and Mitch Walker for going on this crazy adventure. Thank you Rachel for being supportive of this dream of mine, being ok with me being away for 7 weeks. Thank you Robby and Nate for taking care of the office. Thank you to our friends and family for your generous donations to us and our charity. Thank you to our sponsors for helping make the trip a little easier. To a far lesser degree thanks to the cop in Kazakhstan who let me talk him out of a ticket, we all know not having your headlights on at 11 am is a stupid law. Last not least, thank you Doblo for letting us beat you up.

    So be nice to people. Be even nicer to strangers. And always bring a towel.”

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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