In spite of our background as crack Moroccan bush travellers, trans-atlantic sailors, round the world bicyclists, and general piss-pots with imagination, we're following the motto of the rally organizers, which appears to be: "the more prepared you are the less fun you'll have." Apparently, the organizers equate death with fun, and not dying with lack of fun. We really are taking this a little too light-heartedly, I've got to say, and we're probably going to be the better off for it. That may be because we never leave the UK due to engine malfunction or missing visas, and spend three weeks piss-drunk in a pub instead.

This may cause us to miss out on goat carcass polo, mongolian steppe wrestling championships, the ability to trade a bag of chips for guns, and of course fermented horse milk. But it will mean that we do succeed with our unofficial motto: "don't get dead"

Since we have a german or two on board we did manage to put together a couple of spreadsheets and an email or two debating the merits of deep planning. They're being appended here, and will be added (reverse chronologically) to this page, so that you can see our worries, our concerns, and our general pant-shitting as day zero approaches.

We have also come up with a theme song for the journey. It's Zlad's masterpiece: "Electronic Supersonic": It really is worth reading this while watching it, so here it is: