|04-25-2014, 09:40 PM||#301|
Joined: Sep 2011
Location: Russia, Moscow
Overnight in GER PALACE HOTEL left two kinds of feelings in our hearts.
On the one hand clean sheets and firewood crackling on the other hand someone stomps all night and pukes
through the porthole to deep space.
ISS recorded PE - leak from the bacteriological researches block.
At liquidation of consequences two members need medical assistance.
Complexion is greenish-gray, red sore eyes, slackness in the limbs.
It is absolutely obvious that spaceshitters miss the start.
While we are drinking tea and eating residues of dry rations, drawing a "road map" for the evacuation of Amir,
Andrew_BIG arrives. Having conducted a swift reconnaissance in force he captured autonomous transport module UAZ-loaf.
Humanoid driver was gently forced to collaboration.
We crammed bike, strapped Amir.
Asteroid fields along the road didn’t promise a relaxed walk so we unloaded the units to the remaining volume,
that would somehow ease the coming stage. (The decision to unload proved to be correct)
Spaceshitters lie in beds, we are preparing to start, the UAZ is already half an hour as furrowing the space.
We try not to sprawl. Space Marines raced off ahead and hovers somewhere close to the transport unit.
Grom, who left all things to UAZ, feels excellent and sports as a child.
He filmed our heroic epic, finally his 950 can keep pace with 650’s.
We caught up the shuttle on the first special stage "raised bog".
This is sort of thing when you see a beautiful hillside with meadow grass,
but in fact it is waterlogged carpet with 30-40 cm water level with logs,
mounds and ruts from the tractor. And all that lives fine on the slopes and does not flow down.
We are not the first who tries to storm it.
UAZ driver engages differential locks; Amir is fasten by additional braces. Let's go!
"Swamp" pass is taken, then comes the section with the road remains.
We go without bags – it’s pure health! While waiting for transport we have time to look around, to lie on the grass.
We met a string of four-wheel drive mutants going collision course.
We still have 15 km of the liquid, and then it will be easier.
A smoke. We do quartz baths overlooking the lake Hovsgol.
We try to keep radio contact with UAZ.
The nature is great. The weather is gorgeous. Out of the main ridge 8 or 10 spurs come to the lake.
There are picturesque valleys between them, each with its own flavor.
You waddle rocky ledge and there is a new picture in front of you.
On one of the passes we met a married couple with l200 and small Kawasaki.
They roam the Mongolian space. We arranged fraternization and exchange strategic bread reserves for water and tea.
They agreed to recognize A-Big’s XR650R as the most beautiful motorcycle.
We peacefully drink tea, conduct discussions for life, booze and girls and wait the UAZ-transfer.
Suddenly, screaming ‘Mongolian space is an open book for me!
’ Grom ‘I know all the asteroids like the five fingers and never fall’ jumps on his KTM and disappears in outer coppice.
We continue to drink tea. That's our car. W
e gave tea and cosmo sandwiches to driver and Amir, checked ropes and released them to go on.
Then Grom appears in the teleport on his KTM950.
He removes the suit with the words ‘I need a tool, a wire and Mikhail Pate’.
Mongolian asteroid field is not an easy thing, no need to hurry.
The mood is excellent – we passed the equator. If all goes well the day will be a pleasure.
Climbed on another rock, we understand that the weather is changing dramatically.
We add afterburner, the road allows it. We are rushing - only have time to put fresh Lutz to the furnaces of our fastest ships.
The road increasingly becomes well-trodden, sometimes it goes through the beaches.
Between the beach areas there are the same rocky ledges.
The valley usually has two roads Auto and Bikes.
We adhere to ancient traditions - we use strictly bike lane.
It’s pretty funny feeling to rush by the 20-centimeter width strip at gullies, slopes and cliffs.
Humanoids have learned to live in their home space without heavy spacesuits.
They use a very lightweight type of protection. Based on our observations there can be mutations and damages.
We are afraid, but this doesn’t bother them.
Judging by the smiles they just okay.
The village is already at hand. Road is like highway.
We move forward to make purchases in intergalactic general store and pick up a clearing for overnight.
Soon there will be fire and dinner.
The border is closed. We stop in the 20-kilometer zone, where it’s legally allowed to stay.
We unload Amir, trying to put the camp.
"Spaceshitters" contacted us. They follow us all day in the rain, asking us to shoot them remotely by radio communication.
We give them coordinates and begin to gather additional firewood.
The guys took the rap for all of our party! The next time they will not lick beakers in"biological laboratories".
Fresh vodka, green peas, mossy cucumber and canned meat with pasta.
Tent is watered by hellish downpour, we communicate peacefully and Mongolia is crying for its heroes!
That was the last overnight in Mongolian space.
|05-03-2014, 07:48 AM||#308|
Joined: Apr 2005
Location: Wilmette, Illinois
Thank you for taking the time to craft this beautiful adventure and for adding the sub-titles.
|05-07-2014, 07:31 AM||#311|
Joined: Feb 2014
Fantastic updates Grom, I love the photos, videos and your hilariously weird sense of humour! Your (space) command of the English language is also astounding!
Bravo, and I look forward to the next installment, especially the bits where you zoom in on the local girls ;)
|05-12-2014, 01:15 PM||#312|
Joined: Feb 2007
Discovered this thread last week on a french forum. I've already seen 13 videos
How is going AMIR
|05-12-2014, 01:39 PM||#313|
Joined: Jun 2008
Location: Louisville, KY...really too far from the hills!
If you can't fix it with a hammer, you've got an electrical problem!
|05-13-2014, 01:41 PM||#315|
Joined: Feb 2007
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