Today is officially my last day of employment at Nameless (Soulless) Giant Media Corporation.
To celebrate my liberation and to fight back against the forces of boredom. This morning I put a deposit on an adventure that will see me fly to London in July, buy a car and drive it to Mongolia.
And not a fancy new 4 wheel drive.You can’t have an adventure with a big 4x4; you know before starting that you’ll reach the finish.
No, what you need to tackle some of the toughest terrain on the planet is something a little more ridiculous. I’m talking tiny and front wheel drive.
The shittiest rolling turd of a car I can find.
Budget: £500 Engine Size: Under 1200cc Condition: Crap.
An uncomfortable, woefully inadequate vehicle that will break down when it’s least convenient.
To make sure the adventure is not an entirely self-indulgent wank-fest I have a goal to raise at least £2000 for charity along the way.
I have no idea how I’m going to do this but fuck, I love a ridiculous challenge.
10,000 miles of feral, unsupported adventuring chaos from the UK to Mongolia in a car the size of a lawnmower. It’s not clever, it’s not safe and I might not finish but it is the greatest adventure on the planet.