Left at 1st August 2009 at 17:28
Recieved by SMS (Location: Istanbul - Turkey)
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Stenalees Surf Club
Three Cornish boys, one summer, and 1.2-litres of hot Fiat Punto. Nine thousand miles and no idea.
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2009
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August
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- Day 45: the ghosts of rally future
- Day 44: tears of a marmot
- Day 43: pimp my Boobleyoid
- **SMS update 19**
- Day 42: into the wild
- Day 41: purgatory
- Day 40: to the border
- Day 39: the Sirens' call
- Day 38: Russian cops
- **SMS update 18**
- Day 37: sitting on bricks
- **SMS update 17**
- Day 36: shock and awe
- **SMS update 16**
- **SMS update 15**
- Day 35: across Kazakhstan
- **SMS update 14**
- Day 34: the wonderful and the weird
- Day 33: home from home
- Day 32: dude puked on my rug
- Day 31: the wedding
- **SMS update 13**
- Day 30: proper tourists
- **SMS update 12**
- **SMS update 11**
- Day 29: visiting Merv
- Day 28: truckers and whores
- Day 27: the sound of cavalry drums
- **SMS update 10**
- Day 26: we are idiots
- Day 25: back in the USSR
- Day 24: we wait...
- Day 23: police and thieves in the street
- **SMS update 9**
- Day 22: into Azerbaijan
- **SMS update 8**
- Day 21: anniversary of Jeff. And war
- Day 20: Tbilisi - beautiful and f***ed
- **SMS update 7**
- Day 19: Let's offroad
- Day 18: into Georgia
- Day 17: Turkey - gobble gobble
- Day 16: I hope this isn't a happy-ender
- **SMS update 7**
- Day 15: Turkish customs
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