I believe in getting into hot water; it keeps you clean.
— G. K. Chesterton
The farther east I go, the nearer I am to starting the real adventures of the Mongol Rally, the 10,000-mile road trip from Britain to Ulan Bator, Mongolia. Western Europe is so very passe, it seems, for the adventure crowd. At least that's what the Mongol rally head honchos kept telling me. “Wait till you get to Kazakhstan, mate," one chap told me. "Then you will see some true craziness."
I wonder whether this chap has ever been to eastern Ukraine. I wonder whether he has ever driven on an eastern Ukrainian road. Driving a Ukrainian road is an adventure in itself, and that’s a good 800 miles from Kazakhstan.
I just spent 12 hours on quite a few of those roads. First, the drivers are -- how do I put this diplomatically? -- slightly nuts. I saw multiple near-misses on Monday. Drivers overtaking drivers on blind bends. Drivers swerving in front of oncoming traffic. Drivers doing nearly catastrophic things to each other and themselves.