Day 8: Barreling towards Baku, Azerbaijan

It’s safe to say that Azerbaijan and I have gotten off on the wrong foot. After getting ‘fined’ 100 USD the night before for ‘speeding’, we had checked into a hotel room that stank of stale cigarette smoke and crashed into bed. Advertisements

Day 7: Getting to Ganja, Azerbaijan

We woke up from a deep sleep and discovered life around us at the beach camp on the Georgian coast of the Black Sea. There were workers putting up a new fence, the family keeping the grounds eating breakfast and cows frolicking on the beach. I’d say they were grazing on the beach, but there wasn’t…

Day 6: Baffled in Batumi

It was one of those mornings that I didn’t want to get up, but the temperature in the car had started to climb. I had no choice but to throw off my sleeping bag and sit up. The sun was blazing through the sunroof which we had left open, and I decided to poke my…

Day 5: Under the stars in Ünye

By day 5, we were making good progress. We drove 846 km in 9 hours, switching driving duties every two hours and stopping for an hour long lunch break. We wanted to leave Istanbul early but couldn’t start driving any earlier than 10am. I generally need some sort of breakfast to start the day off….

Day 4: Istanbul in a hurry

It was hard work dragging ourselves out of bed that morning, but we were determined to get to Istanbul by the end of day. So after a solid night of sleep and a strong shot of coffee on the house, we headed out to drop Mikaela off in Sofia and catch up with a friend…

Day 3: Next stop Niš

After dropping Samuel the Scientist off at the train station, we weaved through rush hour traffic and made attempts to leave the city. A little outside of Prague, we found a gas station to buy breakfast, set our tired brains straight and recalibrate our driving schedule for the day. The aim was to get to…

Day 2: Partying it up in Prague

We got up the next day bright and early in order to head to the Kazakh Embassy to reclaim my passport, with or without the promised visa. Having arrived early, we positioned ourselves in front of the gate to be the first ones in once they opened. Sure enough, we were the first ones beelining…

Day 1: Half way across

Deciding to do the Mongol Rally is easy. Doing the Mongol Rally is easy too. What comes in between is the hard part. We had been discussing since June 2014 that we wanted to drive 15,000 km in a crappy car to Mongolia. We fostered a healthy dose of skepticism about whether or not we…

Ashamed

I took this photo on Friday, right before I packed the flag for my big trip ahead. The plan was to hoist it on to the car that I’ll be driving to Mongolia over the next month. But today, I have nothing to be proud of. In a country where a little boy gets tortured…

Say nothing at all

You know what’s more annoying than হুজুগে বাঙালী turning their profiles into rainbow colors supposedly in ignorance? YOU, the obnoxious, self-righteous prick pretending to know better and shooting down LGBT rights on the basis of religion, calling it haram. The amount of hateful, intolerant posts I’ve seen leads me to believe that if you spent…

Romania

A journey through the land of Count Dracula and Transylvania

Aunties, leave your Bollywood at home

My experience with the Dhaka gym scene is likely to be as brief as my twice-a-year trips back home. While I generally tend to be a couch potato during my visits, attempting to spend as much time as possible with my parents and stuffing my face silly with good food, I had something additional on…