My first jeep ride across the Gobi was a great novelty. I spent the whole time glued to the window. After half-a-dozen such treks, the novelty has wore thin...My new strategy for making the drive is to stay up really late the night before, and then take two gravol just before getting in the jeep. I wrap my head in a sweater and buckle in tight. The objective is to chemically-induce a stupor and keep my head from bouncing off the windows, so that I can sleep through as much of the drive as possible. The drivers aim to make my trip as comfortable as possible by playing the same CD over and over again at top volume for ten hours straight, and to offer me cold, fatty hunks of mutton from a plastic shopping bag.
S.
2 comments:
What is the average life expectancy of a Jeep in the Gobi Dessert then?
Thank you for posting your very realistic description of hell on wheels. As the multiple rage inducing thing happened in my day today, I thought "at least I am not in the back of a Jeep eating goat bits with a stinky sweater around my head"
Thank you brother, you helped me.
Post a Comment