It was not until leaving Kocknob after three horrible days that the source of Diana's soon to be fatal blow was realized. On a whim only a Kiwi can possess, Chris directed us to pull her onto a lift so we could remove the oil sump and check the pump intake. The grotesque spectacle that met us bombarded us with guilt and horror at what we had done to our car.

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We did it. Team Ironsides was represented at Dave's Place in Ulaan Bataar at about 7pm last night. Our last few days spent in Mongolia involved some pretty amazing and intense driving through all kinds of terrain, several problems and break downs and a lot of dust. About 450 km away from UB we came across Jack Osborne's (a British celebrity for those of you who dont know of him) convoy with a broken down vehicle (something with the tire and the wheel arch) and so of course we stopped so Kiwi Chris could lend his expert hand. We ended up camping right there that night with that whole crew - making ourselves a camp fire and everything! The next day Team Dzogchen and the Osborne crew set off early cuz they needed to find replacement tires and deal with other small issues. The rest of us set off on our final day of driving at around 8:30 a.m. Tommy was with the Kiwis in their SJ as usual and I jumped in with Team Endo in theirs. The Kiwis sped on ahead, so our car ended up being well behind both them and Team Dzogchen, and at about 100 km out of Ulaan Bataar we blew the suspension on the right side (having already blown the left suspension a few days before in the middle of the desert...another long story). We decided to limp on, at about 15km an hour, over very bumpy roads. It was excruciating. Fudge did an amazing job driving and I did my best to DJ and stay positive while Tim nursed an upset stomache in the back. At one point Fudge saw a cow skull on the side of the road so we strapped it to the front bonnet of the car...Finally, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we saw the city in the distance. I have never been so happy to see a city in my life. We rolled in to Dave's Place, a bar in the center of town that has been designated as the finish line for the rally, at about 7pm, pulling in just behind Team Dzogchen's Micra (and actually smashing in to the back of it as had become standard practice), stepped out of the car to a round of applause coming from all ralliers etc who were already there, out on the patio of the bar. After many hugs and general jubilation, Dave himself came down and handed us our free beers. I cant convey the feeling of satisfaction, relief and joy felt at that moment. It is a bit hard to believe it is all over but I can say that I am ready to get home and NOT spend all day, everyday driving/sitting in a car, covered in dust. More details, a sum-up blog and pictures will come once we all return safely Stateside. As always, thanks to all of you for your support. Team Ironsides is proud to announce the completion of Mongol Rally 2007.

Well, we have made it. To Mongolia. More or less. Diana and Alex-less, but here! We left Astana on the afternoon of the 12th, sadly leaving Alex behind to decide whether or not he would fly to Ulan Bataar or just fly straight home. I was moved from the back of the Kiwi's SJ to the Nissan Micra belonging to Team Dzogchen, Tommy has remained baggage in the SJ. We basically spent 3 and a half days driving and sleeping in our cars on the side of the road. Exiting Kazakhstan and entering Russia took about 7 hours. We boiled water and ate noodles on the bonnet of our cars and tossed a rugby ball around as we waited, attracting a fair amount of attention from the others in the line. We spent about 2 days driving through Russia to reach the Mongolian border; the last night we drove all night, changing drivers so people could sleep. We drove through some beautiful scenery as we approached the border - and needless to say the temperatures have dramatically dropped! We arrived at the exit border for Russia at about noon and ended up waiting there for about 5 hours with several other rally cars who joined us there. Getting through the two borders wasnt too bad and finally we found ourselves driving into the amazing expanse that is Mongolia! We convoyed with the other cars that had waited at the borders with us and witnessed the last shreds of Mongolian sunlight off of the mountains as our cars kicked up dust on the non-roads that will be our home for the next week! It was both breathtaking and exhilerating!

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So, its been a week but Team Ironsides is still in Kazakhstan. I am honestly not sure there are words to describe the events that have unfolded just in the last few days, much less since I last blogged. Given I dont have four hours to spare I will attempt to keep this brief. After our convoy turned into five cars in Volgograd, Russia we managed to make it to the Kazakh border, only to find out that the ferry to the actual border was closed (seeing as how it was about 2 a.m). We camped out right next to the ferry and were awakened by the border guards yelling at us to get up and catch the first ferry at about 5:45. About three hours later we all made it through the border and headed towards the city of Atirau. 24 hours later we left with a convoy now of four cars, plus a random rallier named Ali who was hitching a ride until Astana. This four team convoy has basically become our staple group consisting still of the two Kiwis, Chris and Ross (Team Wingit Racers), and then two amazing guys from Wales, Tim and Fudge (Team Endo) and finally three guys from Manchester UK, Muzzy, Himi and Dibs (Team Dzogchen). The next two days were essentially spent driving and camping on the side of the road. The second of the two days involved us realizing that the suspension on the left hand side of Diana had rusted through into our trunk. It was then that we also hit the worst roads that I have ever seen in my life. Im sorry, did I say roads? I meant a series of ditches. Which is exactly what they were. We spent about 5 - 6 hours driving maybe 20 miles an hour over these "roads." The first hour was fun, driving on dusty, dirty rough roads with our buffs over our faces, the kiwis and the welsh guys hanging out the sides of their Suzuki Jeeps, filming and generally having a great time while I attemtped to navigate my low-riding Fiat with no suspension over non-existent roads, with Tommy hanging out the side window trying to help direct me. A few hours later in the dark it was less fun. We rolled into our destination town at about 4 a.m exhausted and every single one of us convered in a thin layer of dust. We honestly looked like we had each just crawled out of our own graves. After a slight incident with some intoxicated and ornery Kazakh men at a gas station we drove about 100 km before sleeping in our cars on the side of the road. We pushed on the rest of that day so as not to lose too much time and then camped again on the side of the road. The next day we had driven for only a few hours when it became clear that Diana was not doing well. Those non-roads (series of ditches, Im telling you) had really done a number on her. We found a mechanic in the nearest town and all waited around there in the sun for several hours. My favorite moment was definitely when I was sitting on the ground around our cars with ten other guys and these two women come out of the mechanic shop, take me by the hand, lead me inside and point towards a faucet and hand me a bar of soap. I guess they felt sorry for me! Anyway, the mechanic finally arrived and basically said that our car was 'caput' unless we completely replaced the engine. So, we decided to check in to a hotel and find another mechanic for a second opinion. The next morning Tommy and I took Diana back to another place and got more or less the same response. As a group we decided we would drive Diana as far as she would go and then when she died we would pile in with the two Suzuki Jeeps belonging to Teams Endo and Wingit Racers. About 2 miles out of this town, on our glorious way to Astana, Team Endo's SJ started sparking from her exhaust pipe. Long story short, we decided to send one car ahead to Astana as Himi and Alex both needed to deal with Russian Visa complications, while the rest of us stayed behind and tried to fix our cars.

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Hello again all!I dont have much time as I am using the computer at the reception desk in a hotel I am not staying in, but Team Ironsides has made it to Kazakhstan!! We crossed the border this morning, our convoy having grown to 5 cars. There are many many stories involving Russian police pull overs, statues, and me leading about 14 guys from Russia into Kazakhstan in my little Fiat. We are not giving up any time soon and are hoping to make it all the way to Mongolia, but more on that as we know. We move onwards tomorrow, all 15 of us - thats 14 guys and me. Wish us luck, we'll keep you posted as we can, but internet is going to get more and more sparse as we head out into this crazy country. If need be we should be reachable on our cell phone, the number for which I posted below. Thanks for all your support!

So after arriving in Romania we spent the night in a hotel with the Kiwis and then headed off promptly the next day. The drive through Romania was actually really beautiful. We drove through mountainous areas, small villages and a National Park; Transylvania was lovely as well. It was really nice to be off highways, although we dont think Diana appreciated it much. Seeing as how we cant drive very fast we arrived in our destination city of Bracau a bit late and had to run around to find a place to stay for the night. The next day was a L-O-N-G one. First it took us over an hour to get out of Bracau as they had closed the bridge we needed to get to the highway. The drive from there was hilly and the roads rough. We entered Moldova without any problems but all of a sudden we came across what I thought was just a police check point but turned out to be the border of a region/country within Moldova we didnt know existed called Transnestra (I think...). They searched through all of our things leaving Moldova and tried to get us to pay some made-up tax, which we refused and luckily they didnt insist. In Transnestra however they wouldnt let us through until we forked over $40 for a "road and emmigration tax." We refused for about an hour and then finally decided paying $40 would be better than driving the 300 km aound this region to get into Ukraine. After finally getting through that hastle we drove onwards towards the Ukrainian border, laughing about the made-up rogue country we had just entered. Thinking that the worst Transnestra had to offer was over, we were proved very wrong when they pulled us aside yet again when trying to exit this ambiguous region. They ushered us into an interrogation room of sorts and had us empty our pockets of cash on the table. We of course knew not to carry a lot of cash on us as these border guys would definitely dream up a way to get it from us. I was sure this guy in the interrogation room was going to make us give him all the cash we had and to be honest I was starting to get really worried (interrogation rooms will do that to you). After much arguing on our part and then finally dealing with someone who was reasonably nice and spoke decent English, we got away with only paying $5 more dollars for the alleged road tax stamp they hadnt given us at the first border. With a sigh of relief we drove the ten feet to the Ukrainian border only to be pulled over once again. This time we were in trouble because we didnt have a Green Card (and Im still not sure exactly what that is...) so once again we had to pay for that and wait about an hour. We were then held for about two more hours because the name of the Registered Keeper on our V05 car forms was Alex's brother Scott, and not Alex himself. This apparently was "big problem." Full Article Here