Sora here. It’s been a wild start to our day, after we left my house in London we headed for Dover where everything would be starting. Took us ages to get out of London but when we did it was a pretty clear cut journey to the starting point, we weren’t officially starting yet that day, but we still had to gather and throw a launch party.
All of us were dressed up in our fancy dress (aka costumes) we looked like were on our way to a Mario Kart rally haha. Check out our Facebook page and you’ll see all the exciting pictures from our arrival. People really loved the concept of our team and Scott was especially popular because, wouldn’t you know it, he makes an amazing Mario. We made friends with the group that had a massive mansion like tent, had a few drinks and talked about our routes and then headed over to the dance floor.
After a night of partying which included Scott being slapped and sprayed down with a fire extinguisher, and Maartja being the life of the party and promoting our team via free beer, we all pitched our tents (hee hee) and got some rest.
Ok this day passed in a blur, we traveled non-stop for 15 hours. After waking up we packed our gear and headed to the Goodwood race track where we would be joining all the others and taking off. The best part about is all being in the same spot was being able to check out the other cars we missed from before. They’re all amazing, you have some that looked ready to take on a full blown zombie war and a few that look like they just woke up that day and said “yeah, ok let’s do the Mongol Rally”. Some cars had themes, much how we do, there was an awesome roofbox painted to look like a shark, one car was painted to look like Woody from Toy Story and a pair of cars that had great big sheep on them. Everyone was pretty nice and all willing to have a chat about which route they’re taking and how prepared they are. Many were groups of 3 and a few groups of two and four.
The launch was great and with a flourish we sped off with high hopes and bright spirits!
Which were dampened when we ran into our first unexpected bump. The highway was shut down, the one that would get us to our first point of transfer, the ferry to Calais, France. After se talking we scooted along the side of the road and left the mess to take a backroad. As we went we realized that there was no way we were going to make our ferry. We did the sensible thing and just bought another ticket which gave a swift kick in the nuts to our budget but hey, we need to actually leave the country! Upon arrival we found that a lot of people from the rally also missed their ferry thanks to the traffic blip, and this is where we got our first little stroke of luck, turns out if you miss your ferry you will just get moved to the next available one. One refunded ticket later and we were all piled on the boat waving goodbye to England.
The reminder of our journey was endless driving, like a loser I fell asleep for most of it, Scott and Kristina stayed awake and got us to Mannheim, Germany.
Which is where I shall leave you all dear readers, I need a nap and some recovery time from the Czech out party. But more to be posted soon!