True to its word, it has a plethora of cemetries, gravestones and the occassional abandoned car that the road has claimed as its next victim along the way.
Like a scene out of Gladiators, our convoy charged towards the road driving three abreast and covered in UV30+ war paint. The road won the first battle, claiming the Irish mechanics car as its first so we retreated behind the only clump of shrubs to camp (a.k.a. hide) for the night.
Funniest moment of the day: pondering why the compass was showing north when we were supposed to be heading in a south east direction. We waved down a passing car and confirmed that sure enough we had taken the wrong option in the only fork in 60km of road and were driving to the Russian border! Oops...
DISCLAIMER: Team Emu Draft were not leading the convoy during the time that the wrond turn was taken - we were merely glancing at the compass just further down the road...
