If you follow this blog, chances are you also follow the Mongol Derby. It has now wrapped up and the 2016 riders are on their way home for some much needed R&R, but I thought, in the spirit of the Derby, I would re-share my stories from when I went in 2014.
Unfortunately, I chose to withdraw with all my body parts attached… still no regrets, it was the right choice for me at the time. However, I still managed to have quite the adventure and wrote about it in great detail here. I am forever thankful to have met such amazing people at this race, people who have become a recurring part of my adventures and who feel close despite living at all the corners of the world.
Without further ado, here are some links!
Arriving in UB – in his deep Swedish voice, he responded casually “I saw a dead body”
A visit to the Black Market – Sam Jones pretty much orchestrated the whole thing
Pre-race training: In the Classroom – The medics said something about bugs on the steppe who would shoot their eggs into your eyes
PRE-RACE TRAINING ON THE STEPPE – DAY 1 – ABE – We got to the horse line and it hit me: I had no clue what I was doing.
PRE-RACE TRAINING DAY 2 – BORIS – they were 6-12 year olds who all could outride us in a heartbeat
GETTING TO THE START LINE – I was asked if I wanted a different horse. No way! I wanted this jackass
LEG 1: CHIPMUNK – I galloped Chipmunk as fast as he could carry me after the loose horse
LEG 2: (DUD)LEY – to my horror, felt a tug on my head. I watched my GoPro be WHIPPED TO THE GROUND
LEG 3 – ELECTRO – I would say “hey, can I ride with you!” but Electro strongly said “Nope” and galloped on
SOMETIMES IT HURTS TO MAKE SMART DECISIONS – Would I get lucky enough to select such an understanding horse 25 more times?
MOVING ON – Mongolians must know the perfect distance from bathroom to civilization to sufficiently ensure no “details” are seen
DAY 3 – PICKING UP GOATS AND SICKIES – Little did she know, the power of Mongolian Dance Yodel was still to come
DAY 4 – BACK TO UB – “What is this? Tramadol? Oh its nice! What is this? Tramadol, Oh its nice!”
DAY 5: RETURN TO THE STEPPES – It tastes like a very tart yogurt mixed with blue cheese.
DAY 5.5 – THE CABIN AND MY GOOD SLEEP – it was very clear that we would not fit in – 18 riders sharing one bitty cabin
DAY 6 – TASTY TREATS AND THE MOUNTAIN PASS – halfway through our dumplings we were told “uhh, its not mushroom…. Its INTESTINE”
DAY 7: CATCHING THE FRONT-RUNNERS & JESS’S CAT FRIEND – they had brought the couch outside the cabin in order to tether the cat to it!
DAY 8 – FINISH CAMP, AND AN UNWELCOME PASSENGER. – Seriously, it was the size of my hand! I batted it off with some sort of “blearghhha!” utterance, and all of a sudden, I was 50 metres up the mountain
DAY 9 – MORE FINISH, AND MORE CAMEL RIDING – Breaking News: Goat wins the Mongol Derby!
THE FINAL DAY OF RIDING, WITH THE BACK OF THE PACK – We weren’t left on the steps this time, all us party vanners were invited up to receive the ceremonial Deel