Altai City, Mongolia

The cars in our convoy have taken a real beating. The Mitchell Brothers are onto their 6th set of leaf springs and progress is slow. The stutter bumps are like a pneumatic drill to the cars, punctuated with axle eating pot holes. Our spirits are still good except in banks where they won't change our money (possibly because we haven't washed for 4 days).

Fortunately the nights are warming up and the transfer case mounts have been bodged with an inner tube and Araldite.

We've see illegally sold rally cars which is a little down heartening but onwards we trudge towards UB and a cold beer.

650 miles to go!