Route : Olgy, Mongolia >>> A totally random grassland about 70km from Khovd, Mongolia
Approx Distance : 220km

Berjhan and his lovely family in their Ger
We woke up to the smiling faces of Berjhan and family and took some photos with them!
He generously offered to show us the bank and the supermarket (a slight overstatement obviously). He jumped into the cars and showed us around a bit…Olgy city ain’t much of a city really…it had a handful of concrete buildings and tons of Gers in a fenced plot of land. It was a bit funny to see…cos Gers are supposed to be the sign of nomadic life and yet here they were, like a cheap replacement of a concrete house in a fence…actually, i think that’s exactly what it was. Anyway, we finished our stocking up and tried to exchange some money in the bank…in the bank, this mongolian guy comes up to Rajesh and Raja and asks if they were indian…upon positive confirmation, he starts talking in Hindi!! Wow! After Kazakhstan, this is the next occasion where a non-indian has spoken in hindi..its always a nice feeling to see people from other countries learn ones language…
Anyway, his name was Khudhubudhin, a preacher of Islam. Hes been all around…Turkey, the arabic world and also has studied in Delhi. His hindi was not spectacular, but here was someone with whom we could communicate relatively well…he showed us this black market money exchange (it was a guy in a car parked in the shade) where we got a great rate and also the net center (which was not functioning at that time!)…nice guy. He was relatively well dressed and carried himself differently from a local trader like Berjhan. I dropped Berjhan at his workplace…he arrived in more than usual style of course…he even got a couple of cheers from his colleagues. Said goodbye and joined the others…

The wonderful Twingomisdudas...who helped us out with the cracked radiator
We did not loiter around Olgy too much…decided to head to the next town Khovd ASAP. As we went on, we ran into the Lone Star Chick. She was driving alone in the rally…not cos she wanted to…but cos the other lone star chick, her team mate, sorta eloped with another rally guy, cheated on him for another rally guy and is god knows where! Some girls! Humph! Anyway, Aya (thats her name) was fully sponsored by the GenghisGrill which was a restaurant chain in the US. Lucky her…till now at least. Her luck ran out cos she lost her car keys last night when she crashed a marriage party with the Swedish guys from the Milan launch!! Oh shit! Anyway, we really liked her and wished that she would find them…the Swedish guys stayed back to help her find the keys…
We set off in the meanwhile…wouldn’t have driven a few kms when we saw a huge convoy of 9 cars heading right for us from somewhere on the right…guess they must have slept in the hotel on the other side of town…well, good to know that we will have company on the drive. We kept going on…the road was wider…much much better defined than the roads prior to Olgy…but very very bad quality…typical Mongolian. There were these small bumps which repeat at an alarmingly high frequency…they are almost like the speed breakers in India…and imagine those for hundreds of kms!
Anyway, we wouldn’t have gone about 10kms when i noticed the car overheating…we were dangerously close to the red line..we halted. We could still see Olgy town in the distance and could also see the convoy catching up. Upon a brief investigation, it became clear what the problem is…the clamp holding the radiator grill in place dug into the radiator body from the vibrations and cracked the radiator…the coolant couldn’t find its way back into the circuit and was leaking all over the place…hmmm…thankfully we caught the problem before it could turn malignant…

Trying to makeshift repair the fallen exhaust pipe...did manage to clamp it back in the end.
Had some sealant material with me…applied some of the black gooey substance at the spot and was waiting. It was then that i noticed that its hardening rate was 3mm per 24 hours….hmmm…not optimal at all given the circumstances. Anyway, by now the convoy stopped to ask us whats going on…some carried on…and some went back to Olgy (from the broken oil tank…major problems compared to ours)…and a few stayed back. Among them a team from the Barcelona launch…Juan and Nuria…Team Twingo Misdu das! They had this magic substance…mix up magic component a with magic component B and within minutes, we had this stone hard thingy which could be shaped into anything we liked. Perfect. We filled up the hole with the magic…waited for 10 minutes…and put more of my slow acting sealant on it just in case and started the engine…no leaks. Good news. We hoped it would hold though…lets see. We profusely thanked the Spanish guys…nice people…they headed back to Olgy to support their convoy mates though. We drove on…
Another 40 odd kms…and we heard this dragging noise. We stopped right on our tracks and hurried to see what it can be…as expected, the exhaust was on the floor. This was expected because it has traditionally been a popular problem among mongol rally cars in Mongolia. The rubber part holding it up was torn…there was no way we could stick it back together. We did have some metal clamps with us which are usually used to build rubber tube circuits for cooling liquid…we used a couple of those to clamp the exhaust back in place…and just in case, stuck in a piece of rubber tube to dampen the whole deal from the vibrations. To see Raja and Rajesh in their Schlumberger coveralls made them look like real mechanics…hehe. Those things came in real handy in the mongol terrain where air can be replaced by dust at road level…trust me…really useful those coveralls were.

The most picture perfect spot to have a flat...beautiful lake with snowed in peaks in the background and the distant dust trail of an approaching vehicle...perfect.
We drove on…past this beautiful lake to our right. The scenery was awesome…the temp repairs were holding great. We built up good speed…Raja was driving…and he went over this scrub sorta shrub without paying much attention…i mean, it was a plant…but turns out it was as hard as rock…probably evolutions answer as protection against the ravenous livestock of the Mongolian steppe…end result, car thrown up in the air on one side at high speed and we almost tipped over. Raja was too shocked to accelerate anymore and the engine died slowly as we were looking at each other with a mixture of shock and relief…we laughed it out of our systems and kept going. Good lesson learnt…avoid those things which masquerade as plants!
We kept on and on…it was not boring by any means…just repetitive. Sometimes it paid to get off the main road and the dirt on the edges provided much better cushioning to the car…we spent most of our times off the main road…strange eh…not so strange when one considers how many snowboarders go off-piste for precisely the opposite reason…but the similarity is not at all uncanny…to me at least. Anyway…it looked increasingly like we wont be able to reach Khovd that day…it was a solid 290kms from Olgy and the roads were not too conducive to a Peugeot Partner and a very very watchful Dingeman in the Suzuki. As we kept going, we saw another team fiddling around with their cameras in the middle of this very scenic spot with snow capped mountains around. It was the same team who we met at the Russian-Mongolian border…the french team. We carried on while they continued the fiddling…their skoda was already so low down to the ground (they were 4 guys), we were wondering if they would make it.

The first tree in Mongolia that we saw...it was the only tree we saw too in more than a couple of days and hundreds of kms of driving.
Turns out that they did make it…one of the reasons being, the Peugeot had a flat. Damn. Anyway, we fixed it and kept on…the french guys informed us about this big river which was coming up. Ok noted. One, camping next to rivers are usually great and two, this might mean than i have to cross some rivers…uh huh! And soon after, water…and more water…lots of streams started appearing across the road…the first few ones were ok…but we almost got stuck in the last one. We did power our way through the stream but couldn’t get traction on the gravel soon after. Nothing like man power eh…luckily for us, some Mongolian shepherds were close by…they jumped in as well and we all pushed the car out of the gravel trap! Phew…
Anyway, we passed this small…erm…a bunk village…with a couple of structures including a shop and a gas station (with very very low octane fuel). We stopped here to let the Suzuki catch up…the whole place was infested with kids…and what truly astonished us was the older ones among them spoke great English! Again, 12-14 year olds are the ones who surprised us…its been the story throughout this trip…they have the maximum shock impact…they usually leave us speechless (i didn’t know what to say when she asked me what i am doing here and where my friends are)…hehe. Anyway, my friends did turn up and we kept on for a brief while…i saw the FIRST tree in Mongolia now..by the river…interestingly it was a lone tree. It quite obviously caught the attention of many a traveller through these roads…it was draped in the blue scarves which are the tokens of shaman beliefs. Nice. We saw the french guys camping out a few kms from there and promptly joined them in setting up camp there…

Frogs go wild east...we camped with them alongside the river!
The river with its crystal clear cool water made life easier for the cooking and the washing. The french guys, they call themselves Frogs go wild east btw, seemed to be a very well organised team. They had loads of gizmos, GPS trackers, cameras, laptops, food, camping gear etc. They have also worked on the car quite a bit although it was not apparent in the first glance…wow. No wonder they made it through these roads…anyway, we got the campfire going and the pasta boiling. Raja stepped in with his instant paav bhaji masala…was heaven with bread and onions in lemon juice. Yum Yum! We got to know the guys better and hit it off with them really well…was a nice night. The stars were not too clear though…which was a bit odd considering that the air was almost pollution free…anyway, it got really cold really fast after a while and we crept into our tents with pull overs on and coaxed ourselves into sleep between the intermittent shivering…brrrr…






























