By Tom Doig
Uncrossable rivers, hospitable nomads, rabid canine, marijuana fields, hail-stone flash floods, maidens on horseback, underpants wrestling, poisonous mountaintop lakes, silly Westerners, and so much mountain cycling your ass will damage simply examining it
In July 2010, Tom Doig and his best friend Tama Pugsley cycled 920 miles across northern Mongolia from a small city referred to as Moron to a smaller city, also known as Moron. Why? simply because there have been cities referred to as Moron, they usually have been morons. It needed to be performed. Armed with spandex unitards, an insufficient phrasebook, and chinese language steel-frame motorcycles of a model you will have by no means heard of, Tom and Tama's project over the barren steppes and rugged mountains of Mongolia is an outrageously absurd odyssey, occurring in a single of the world's so much distant and lovely wildernesses. This hilarious, harmful, at-times-idiotic experience overflows with sweat, dust, unidentifiable meat product, and torrents of Chinggis Khaan vodka. A go back and forth e-book like no different, this story has all of it: excitement, discomfort, heartache, heartburn, and the dried fermented milk of a horse.