"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained."
After what happened to me at last year's Mongol Rally, the 10,000-mile road trip from Britain to Ulan Bator, some people may think it's slightly unbalanced to have played a return engagement. And there may be some truth to that when you consider we had a near-fatal car crash in the dusty roads of a Romanian village. But being unbalanced keeps life interesting and fun, which helps when you encounter what we (Steve Priovolos, my partner in crime) did at the Polish-Ukranian border.
As I was driving from the border town in Poland to Rivne, Ukraine, I may have strayed a little over the speed limit -- about 30 miles over, in fact. My new friend the policeman didn’t hesitate to tell me about my transgression.
Then he asked me for 500 euros -- about $614 -- on the spot. I politely informed him I didn’t have 500 euros, which I didn’t. He politely informed me that he didn’t care and pointed to the handcuffs on his belt. I took this to mean the fine was going to be 500 euros. The situation was not looking good.