I was just sat in the car minding my own business early in the morning when Phil asked me if he could get some water out of the lifesaver that was on the roofrack. “Sure thing” I said….bad idea. Phil then dropped the jerry can by accident from the roofrack onto the back window smashing it to pieces. Bugger.
A role of ducktape later however we now had an improvised window! Better than no window I guess.
We packed up and said goodbye to China by strolling up to the border fence and pissing through it. Take that communism!!
We set off to the Kyrg border. The border to leave Tajikistan was up another high pass and again it was raining and again the road was just mud. Luckily since I was the driver I got to stand inside the border hut with the warm stove, all I had to do was take my shoes off! The border was simple and didn’t take long so we pressed on through no-mans land towards the Kyrg border. After an hour of driving down through the mud roads in the pouring rain we hit the Kyrg border. 15 minutes we were told. That’s how long we had to wait for them to cook noodles and then eat them. We were let in and took our passports into the hut. Again they only wanted drivers so the other team members started cooking up some noodles of our own.
The customs was easy and required no form filling or anything, we were simply asked if we were smuggling weapons or narcotics. Bobs shoes by this point could have been considered biological weapons but we decided it best not to declare them anyway. We were sent on our way before the noodles were finished so Oli became the first man to cross an international border while carrying noodles cooking on a camping stove! We ate up and headed on towards Osh.
The Kyrg roads were excellent. Smooth tarmac all the way with only the occasional landslide! Nothing we couldnt handle. Unfortunatly it was raining and the roads were covered in thick fog as we couldnt get any pictures.
We eventually hit Osh in the evening at about 5, found a Hotel and headed into the town for some food.
On this night we also received a message that would change the course of the Rally for us. The Canadians; 4 Idiots Abroad were only 1 day infront of us in Almaty, Kazakhstan. We knew what we had to do.