By Tom Doig
Uncrossable rivers, hospitable nomads, rabid canines, marijuana fields, hail-stone flash floods, maidens on horseback, underpants wrestling, poisonous mountaintop lakes, silly Westerners, and so much mountain cycling your ass will harm simply examining it
In July 2010, Tom Doig and his best friend Tama Pugsley cycled 920 miles across northern Mongolia from a small city referred to as Moron to a smaller city, often known as Moron. Why? simply because there have been cities referred to as Moron, and so they have been morons. It needed to be performed. Armed with spandex unitards, an insufficient phrasebook, and chinese language steel-frame motorcycles of a model you have by no means heard of, Tom and Tama's challenge over the barren steppes and rugged mountains of Mongolia is an outrageously absurd odyssey, occurring in a single of the world's so much distant and lovely wildernesses. This hilarious, harmful, at-times-idiotic event overflows with sweat, dust, unidentifiable meat product, and torrents of Chinggis Khaan vodka. A go back and forth e-book like no different, this story has all of it: excitement, ache, heartache, heartburn, and the dried fermented milk of a horse.