While the lads worked on their car, a lone horseman appeared on the horizon and road over to our tent like something you'd expect to see watching McLeod's Daughters. After some quick small talk (aka over-enthusiastic charades usually involving an impersonation of a kangaroo at some point) we determined that he was aMongolian goat herder - something we drew great strength from because we figured at least when we get lost, we are yet to stray across a border into another country!
The goats came and passed and our friend remained, quite fascinated by our cars and world map. He also seemed to find the mechanical repairs quite amusing which left us all wondering whether he was actually Kazakhstan's top mechanic just out and about on a morning horseride.
Day 2 of 4WDing on The Road of Death in the mighty Nissan Micra proved equally challenging but our mighty Matilda stood the test - even managing to avoid the camels on our way through.
Another night of camping by the death road transpired with our convoy mates valiantly giving us one of their tents as the ground was too hard for our humble tent pegs. Cheers guys!
