Of Trying And Failing

As it always is on the road, travelling - you never know if stuff is working out as you want it to.
There's the fact that you are not all mighty and do not know everything.
Yes trains in Russia run on Moscow time, how many people were wainting for their train for hours because they didn't know about that?
Also is there a lot of wrong information in the internet because a twat claims that he knows certainly that there's a ferry, even he has never been there but surprisingly is there no ferry at all.
That's why you often just go for it, trying and failing, that's the way to travel on the so called and over rated therm "off the beaten track".

In those two weeks in Mongolia I had a few successes but quite a lot of fails too.
So was the "shit project", it worked out wonderfully, well at least the first time. But as life is in those moments when you want share you knowledge, it goes badly wrong.
I guess it was because that huge fire truck. In fact a Belgium fire truck, one which was on the way to Ulan-Bator, a participant of the Mongolian Charity Rally.
The Dutch/English couple were on their way with 5 Irish guys, which didn't really like my All Blacks jersey and the comment that the ABs will win this year the Rugby World Cup again.
Anyway, it was a cold night and a fire would have been THE THING but the dung didn't want to catch fire.
No the WD40 didn't help either, didn't matter how much we used.

I also had to figure out the welding is not as good as the Russian ones.
It took one day before the repaired spared tire reinforcement broke again. Of course this had to happen in the middle of the desert and that small town didn't have any mechanic.
The tire needed to be taken off and carried inside of Matatu to prevent any further damage to the reinforcement.
So I had a free gym with me from then on as I had to get it out and back in again when I needed something from the inside.
I'm now as muscular as Mr. Schwarzenegger himself!

We in Switzerland consider 200km as a far distance. From my lovely city, so called Lucerne, is in that distance Germany, Austria, France and Italy - a 1-2hour drive.
On the notorious terrible Mongolian "roads" 200km takes easily 7h.
My glorious plan was to drive from Olgii to Ulan-Gom and then to the Russian border to cross into Tuva.
Yes, I'd been told a lot that this border is just for Mongolians & Russians. But I, the all mighty travel wizard, found an official site from the Mongolian authorities which claims it otherwise.
So the super super mighty wizard was turned around by the border guards: "the border to Ulan-Ude or Altai is opened to you.".
I would have thrown lightning and fire balls at them but the fact that I was rather a smurf than a wizard let me no other option than turning around.

That was not the first time I had to turn around.
Two days before I tried to drive over the Ulandavan mountain pass. Unluckily it started to snow as it is on 3000m and the ground started to get very muddy.
There it was, directly in front, the top, not even 200m from me.
Didn't matter where I checked the terrain, there was not crossing possible.
The disappointment was there but the horror covered the feeling easily as I found out that there will be a bigger problem: To turn on the road was not really possible and I needed speed for some passages.
It took a couple of minutes to find an alternative route to drive back but still nearly dug myself in.
All off-road skills, the diff-lock and a lot of luck were required to get our asses out of there - holly molly.
Lesson learned for sure!