Weirdness. While exercising at the twelfth floor window of our hotel in Datong:
Below in the street was a man doing the same exercise I was. He couldn’t see me (otherwise he would have been laughing not stretching) what were the chances of that?
Big shout out to Jackie, the sports physio, the physical prep she led me with seems to be paying off. It almost makes being attacked by dogs, on three separate occasions, while running in the acutely well named Max Roach Park in Brixton worthwhile.
A dull start in the rain was brightened by meeting the local double act: “you hold it and I’ll hit it”
Bit of a pain we shipped a lot of water in the starboard bilge, which Jonathan found when I set of a bit sharpish and sent his paperwork into a puddle. Apparently I become “Mr Valentine” when I am bad. My argument that the docs now had rally patina went down equally well.
Here’s a photo of Jonathan drying soggy A4 sheets at the hotel tonight:
Today’s drive was wet and long as we headed North into the big open spaces.
Time enough to make our mark on the roadside infrastructure
Geen gets to look adventuresome
The cars cause quite a stir every time they bunch up at controls. Every period of motoring history is present in the field from 1915 to 1975
This is what three km of straight road under an open sky looks like. Your perspective and sense of distance get really played with in this environment. That really is three kms to the horizon.
The famous kissing dinosaurs of Erenhot are a landmark very much associated with the Peking to Paris Rally. They aren’t at the border but they do mark the transition to Mongolia and out of China. The competitive element of the event starts tomorrow with the first time trials. The event can be won or more likely lost on these stages. It will be interesting to see how the field shakes out at the end of tomorrow.
Tonka toys. In the car park all the stripey cars laagered together and gave this photo opportunity of Jonathan taking the same photo which I prefer.
So much muscle.