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You know that urge you get when you're learning to drive, to just blink away your instructor and take yourself on a laid back cruise through some winding coastal roads with the sun tanning your right arm? Then when you pass your test, you just want to jump behind the wheel, cram your mates in the back and see what motoring landscapes have on offer.
Well I'm not sure at what point of my first long-haul drive the novelty of this will wear thin. Saying that though, winding our way 10,000 miles to Mongolia through 19 different countries and 2 continents, deserts, mountain ranges, valleys, villages, cities, continents, checkpoints, bribes and countless games of I Spy, should keep the boredom at bay.
It did add to the pressure of my driving test in February, that in a matter of months I would be responsible for driving two of my best friends a third of the way across the planet, on the opposite side of the road (where the were roads), and that if I failed, it would leave it up to Lucy to drive us each and every mile to Ulan Batur, (as Becky is appointed Official Navigator and In-Car Morale Support, her not having a license).
But fortunately the goddesses were smiling down on me that day in Feb and the examiner proved he wasn't as mean as he seemed, and I spied with my little eye something beginning with D and ending in riving License.
My right foot has been tapping ever since, ready to put this pink card with the dodgy photo to use, but I've managed to keep myself occupied hunting for sponsorship, tempting people to donate their hard-earned cash, filling out visa forms, discovering unnerving reports on most of the countries we intend to rally through and oh, finding us a car that will get us to the Mongolian capital via unknown, inadvisable and unforgiving terrain.
In-Car Morale will definitely come in handy.