Russian Border
Today, Team Dinosaur spends nine hours stuck at a Russian border crossing attempting to explain, in pidgin Russian and pantomimes, that we are harmless fools. Consequently, our nutritional intake is limited to chocolate bars and dill potato chips. Our stomachs are ready to wage mutiny.
That’s the post? You are a long way from Mongolia. You better stock up on sardines, hard sausage etc, or they will find your bleached bones along the road somewhere.