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I'm not sure this really is the beginning of our journey to Mongolia, but it is the first significant thing to happen. We decided to make this epic trip way back in October 2006 but, thus far, we have failed to get our arses in gear and start preparing. So, with this in mind I was making the journey back home from London on Friday night, hoping to spend the weekend looking at used cars but, as usual, I got stuck in god-awful traffic, and decided to take a short cut across rural Wiltshire. All was going well until a country lane threw me a nasty right hand corner with some off camber for good measure and before I knew it my little car was flipping through the air and landing with a bang.
I rolled the car twice and banged my head slightly as the roof caved in. I wasn't badly hurt and, I think, came to my senses quickly, turning the engine and lights off and removing the keys. I crawled out the broken passenger side window as the driver's door wouldn't open. My hands picked up a bit of glass doing this but I must have been too shocked to notice. I just thought my hands were wet, and wiped them on my jeans. It wasn't until much later than I saw my trousers looked like a butchers apron. It was raining so I grabbed my bags and an old blanket from the boot and curled up on the verge. Thankfully a few other drivers had decided to take the same shortcut and, wisely, weren't going as quickly as me, so someone was along to help soon after. I don't know the gentleman's name, but thank you for calling the police.
After a bit I wandered up the hill and found pieces of my phone, and wallet in the road. Miraculously the phone, when put back together, worked, and my wallet was only missing some small change.
The car was a write-off, which is a shame because it was a really nice car.
