Product Description
The work narrates the experiences of two students, Martyn Johnson and the author Craig Chamberlain as they prepare for and participate in the sensational, transcontinental, Mongol Rally in 2007. In which they drive a twenty year old Citroën 2CV from London to Ulanbaatar, the capital of Mongolia. Descriptions of politics and geography are stitched together by a string of barely believable events and acts of generosity that ensure the boys are not only able to survive but to complete the challenge in style.
After many trials and amazing encounters they make it the finish line and in time for the finale party where they catch up with all of their friends from the rally. A few days later, and after further hurdles, the car finally arrives and is auctioned for just £8.74, from which the price of this book is set. The journey and experiences leave the friends exhausted, exhilarated but wiser and a little more aware of how big a Citroen 2CV really is.
From the Author
This is my first book. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed living and writing it. After nearly two years, writing, improving and illustrating it it is finally finished.
My partner on the journey, Martyn Johnson(a.k.a. Jonno), and I took part in the 2007 Mongol Rally while still students at Sheffield University. He lived across the road from me and I remember one night in particularwhen came to visit my rather insane household. Within minutes he was half naked and covered in paint, eating a bowl of cornflakes as Robin Leonard, my house mate, and I pointed cameras and lights in his face. Jonno had a project due in the next day, `Deconstructing a short reel of film'. He had been given a metre long strip of film of a jazz musician playing a piano. We spontaneously decided on a story, assembled lights, fabricated props and shot a stopanimation in the space of an hour.
2007 was a strange year. There was always some form of mad activity in progress. Call on any given night and you were just as likely to see Jonno attacked and possessed by a roll of film and turned into a jazz pianist as you were to be crushed by a television, flung in disgust down the stairs or witness novel items of furniture being hacked together at three o'clock in the morning to the full sounds of Bach. Of course, when Jonno offered me a place on The Mongol Rally, I didn't think twice.