'Come Back to Russia'

Oh my mutton it's been not so long since we updated this blog but a million centuries at the same time!
We left you at the cusp of Central Asia, we are now in Mongolia, but we will try and fill you in on the hecticness we have expeienced thus far!
Kyrgyztan:
Osh: Sampling the local Lagnam (meaty, stewy noodles) we enjoyed a boozy evening with the No Mean Fiat boys, an entertaining sloppy cake fuelled evening which was cut short by the electricty power cut which routinely conks out at 12am, due to the dried up resevoir that pumps the city.
We took Borbonky to a local mechanic who fitted her with a well-needed Sump guard to ensure us through the infamously non-existant Mongolian roads, haggled him down to 20% of the original price and let them spray paint our car to keep them sweet!
Lake Issy-Kol: Necked vodka with locals claiming to be the decendants of Genghis Khan, chanting 'Chengiz Khan' into the brewing storm. Spent the second night on the lake with No Mean Fiat, woke up to an empty space where their make-shift tent once stood, and our car completely sealed with cling film and ponging of mare's milk! No Mean Fiat nowhere to be seen! Oh the joys of the rally!
Kazackstan:
Entered Borat territory and was welcomed by a hefty police fine for a minor mistake. Took us an hour or so to convince the officers not to fine us and to hand back Lucy's passport. They seemed to take offence when we offered them the money the were pestering us for (they originally asked for $150) and eventually shook our hands and handed us back documents and set us free. Police fine number 10 aptly avoided!

Mongolia:
We are now in Mongolia, we will have to keep you on the edge of your seats as we have to get to our host who is driving us to our Yurt stay this evening. Once in Ulan Batur we will give you all the ins and outs, but for now, in a nutshell, since we got to the border of Mongolia, everything has tipped us onto a new level. We have battled it out with the border guards to grant us entry as Lucy's visa had the wrong dates on, and water stains on the pages of her passports got the guards in a tiff. The only border we had trouble at was the last one, they refused to let us into the country and as it was nearly 6pm and their hometime, they decided they didn't want to deal with us and told us we must turn around and 'come back to Russia'. More details in the next blog but for now here's a taster of what's been going on: we experienced Mongolian hopspitality to the fuillest (by the very guard at the border that originally turned us away), broke down in the middle of the desert in a sand storm, were towed 400km (the ditance from Birmingham to Kent) by team Loud Noises, the Long Breakdown and Lose the Game, who were complete dudes the whole way, partied with Emu Draft and their convoy who have kept us in high spirits, and been caught up with long term savoiurs the Professionals, we have reached the pick up point with the car, meaning the car will go to charity. It can't go to Ulan Batur as the engine has blown, we have done all we possibly can but decided it is most important that we finish this rally as a team, even if this means losing the car and catching a sardine bus all the way to UB. We are over the moon to get this far, in no way disappointed. Lucky to have met all these amazing people, conducted a spontaneous car boot sale and made $20. Laughing all the way!!! Love to everyone, Soyombo Racers! xxxx