The Right. Rev Roy kindly sent us this little ode to the journey which we
think is a fitting tribute to the adventure - thank you Sir!
Fiestas - Without Borders
Mongolia, UB, go or bust
Mad Dogs and English, sun and dust
Imitate the tiger, summon up blood
Chase that goal through fire and flood
Asia Highway, the ruck, the jolt
Can loosen screws, slacken bolts
A route that's rarely smooth as silk
(Outrageous fortune curdles milk)
For all the schemes of mice and man
Seldom go precise to plan
Wheels collapse, engines seize
Losing water? Your on your knees
Clutches go, you drop a panel
The option now is mount a camel!
Interaction can get harder
When dealing with local Tartars
Mullahs get madder, bandits seem badder
There's nowhere to stop to relieve a full bladder
But with Central Asia wil just amaze yer
With architecture beyond conjecture
Take the Registan in old Samerkand
Its minarets are truly grand
Turkmenistan has Turkmenbashi
A complex bold and somewhat flashy
A revolving massive statue
That turns its eyes directly at you
Pushing on through various 'Stans
You're in the land of Ghengis Khan
Of horses, archers, furs and spurs
Femented mare's milk, white felt Gers
It's worth the blood, the sweat, the tears
Its Ulaan Bataar, so beers and cheers
July 2007
