Patrick talks like an English person now
After a trip like this, no one really knew how to say farewell. The brits have some advantage in that they see each other occasionally. Most of the convoy has now gone their own way, hopping aboard their flight to Moscow early this morning. Patrick and I will be around with Yvonne (who received a clean bill of health today) and Ian for a couple days. The events here now seem so distanced from the rally however. No real way to link the city experience with the constant driving of the last month. Most appropriate Kerouac quote in the comments section below.
Here's another selection of pictures, after much painfully slow internet time.
Proper rally-driving in Kazakhstan.
Farewell to the Mini.
Signal mirror fashion accessory actually came in quite handy when the Micra clutch got hot and unhappy.
Heat destroys a well-travelled pair of boots.
Americans with Margaret's host mother. (P, J, Margaret, Tom, Joy, and Megan)
The convoy before leaving Margaret's. (L to R: Yvonne, Ian, James, Tom, Patrick, Cyrus, Tim, Justin, Ben)
All springs repaired, the holy spring features in this shot.
Siberian roadside fuel tank repair.
Above Lake Baikal
Farewell to Jemima, the other Micra.