You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far.
-- Uncle Remus
Some say I began my traveling as a way of running from my problems. I certainly had some of them. These chaps have a point. I can't, however, seem to run away from trouble. It follows me as I meander my way through the vastness of two continents on this 10,000-mile road rally from Britain to Ulan Bator, Mongolia. The Mongol Rally, which began a week ago, has a way of bringing trouble to your doorstep.
Today I tried to save the life of my car: my beloved Daihatsu Terrios, whose only job is to get my co-driver, Steve Priovolos, and me to Mongolia. It is a heavy burden, I know. But a burden that I am convinced the little car that could will achieve.
I was not quite as certain this afternoon.
I found my way to a Ukrainian mechanic and realized the first problem: No one spoke English. I resolved this by walking through the streets asking people if they spoke the Queen's English. Most didn’t. One did. His name is Eugeny, and he was my angel on this sun-drenched day.