Oh, he's re-going to the ticket.
Let's go get our ticket sorted then.
He's sitting on 17, 18.
The match shoot is really involved.
That's the real way to take it.
Good times in Algy.
I'm just going to give our guide this requested reference.
We don't mind yet.
It was a good few dates.
It is.
One reference for future business.
Woo!
That's good, yeah?
Yeah, thanks for a good trip.
That was good.
It's been amazing.
Japan done.
Sad again, man.
Another good guide.
Yeah.
Get attached to your guides, don't you?
Yeah.
Our chariot awaits, man.
Princess carriage.
Yes, to take our princesses to Lombatar.
You've got a necklace on.
We're going to be up for 48 hours.
We're going to take a 48-hour bus to Lombatar.
It should be interesting.
There's not much space on there.
And our bags.
So our seats are broken.
Do you know what seats we're in yet, man?
Who's on the first floor there?
So the chaos has started on the bus.
More and more stuff is coming onto the vehicle.
God knows how packed this is going to be towards the end.
And this is a joke.
I've been on this bus now for about an hour.
It hasn't moved yet.
People keep coming on and off, dropping stuff off.
And I am already in firm belief this will be one of the worst experiences of my life.
One guy here is from Kazakhstan on holiday.
He started talking to me.
And he said, maybe two hours.
I believe.
And the smell of leaded fuel.
You don't have the shits today, eh?
Yeah.
Sweet, sweet movement.
I could smell the air.
Woohoo!
Each step we make now is back into modern life.
I knew Ulaanbaatar was going to have some Macdonalds or something like that.
So it's probably a wild west.
And back to the modern world.
Internet and transport.
Links, infrastructure.
Bit of safety.
Bit of safety.
But yeah, man.
Good.
Breakdown number two.
What do you reckon, guys?
Are we going to make it there in two days?
Probably not.
We'll put extra day on it, man.
We had good reason to doubt our arrival time in Ulaanbaatar.
And it wouldn't be long before we would realise the challenges that laid ahead.
And the engine is not looking good.
We'd seriously underestimated what we'd just let ourselves in for.
1700 kilometres of not road, but dirt tracks.
And it wasn't long before our bus got itself a well-deserved nickname.
The Doon Bus.
For it was to take us on a long, torturous mind game all the way to Ulaanbaatar.
Every step of the way felt like we were going further and further into hell.
The bus just didn't stop.
And this would prove to be one of our most challenging and toughest parts of our entire journey.
It's not for the faint-hearted.
It has been very difficult to sleep.
Worst journey in Ulaanbaatar.
How much?
How much?
How much?
How much for what?
Stop rattling, please.
Another 1650 kilometres to go, Sam.
This is us trying to order some food we massively underestimated.
This journey.
We need to eat.
It's an interesting stop, man.
We seriously didn't think properly about this.
We didn't buy anything other than a few chocolate bars.
We fucked up.
We fucked up, basically.
We should have got some bread.
The bus is beeping.
Right now we're just getting attacked by mosquitoes.
And we made a major, major mistake in the restaurant.
We ended up just having four dumplings each.
It was then that we were subject to one of the worst mosquito attacks in history.
They just came out of nowhere.
Hundreds of them.
Mosquitoes had the upper hand at first through the element of surprise.
End them all.
Too many of them.
Sam, they've taken Charlie out first.
But we fought back.
We counter-attacked.
And slowly but surely, the mosquitoes fell one by one,
victim to our clapping hands and towels.
I'm sorry about that.
There's so many of them.
It's a virtue to do this right now.
There was a massacre in there.
I've been raped.
I feel like I've been aiming rape.
Thanks.
Still, at least we've pulled up anyway.
Right, Dave.
What's Sam?
Breakdown number three.
Yeah, tired.
After two minutes of sleep, tonight, we're looking refreshed.
After the fun of the first evening,
it finally felt like we were making some progress.
Passing through the towns of Korka and Kauta.
We've done 22 hours now.
Yeah, a little bit worrying that we've stopped at the auto service.
Breakdown number three.
Right.
The girls just seem to be shitting.
We're in for another night of madness.
Despite breakdown after breakdown,
the bus still managed to keep on moving,
taking us into our second night of the journey.
What I wanted to do was take a ship,
and they just carried on driving.
Nights were the toughest time of all.
With nothing to see or do,
we just had to sit there,
listening to the bus,
shake us to pieces,
and wait for the sun to come back in the morning.
There goes our bus.
Where are we going?
Good toilet experience.
Oh, yes.
Yeah, we just had dumplings in tea.
Nice.
Well, we're still in this whole of a...
what's the name of this place?
We're in a hotel.
We're in a hotel.
We're in a hotel.
We're in a hotel.
We're in a hotel.
I'm not a whole of a town,
a little town.
It's a road.
It's got a large road.
What time is it?
Five o'clock?
Six.
Six.
And we've still got another four hours to go.
And we left three o'clock,
two days ago, didn't we?
So the final total for this journey
is going to be 55 hours,
56 hours.
I just take these things in my stride,
mate.
I love 56 hour bus drives.
I love them.
That's going to go out of focus.
Yeah, I saw it.
Stomach of iron.
I get silver plates.
Second place.
I'm just not used to the local
cuisine standards and cuisines here.
What cuisines standards?
What cuisines standards?
Right there.
We've got the Lambertar.
It's just up here.
This is where we've come from.
And 400...
How many kilometers?
Tarmac?
400.
Which is about that much.
So, of our 1700 kilometer journey,
400 kilometers is Tarmac.
The Lambertar, here we come.
We are now on Tarmac, mate.
After two days, we are now on sweet,
glorious Tarmac.
Look at it, we're not even bumping, mate.
Smooth Tarmac.
400 kilometers to go.
Hopefully past ones.
There's Tarmac down there.
Trust us.
Can you not hear the numb vibrations?
The rattling of the buses stopped.
Fuck this, man.
Fuck this.
For two and a half long days now,
the DOOM bus had steadily been taking us
to our destination of Lambertar.
The third day had arrived.
And this was it.
Arrival day.
The end was finally in sight.
Rules on the bus go round and round,
round and round, round and round.
Our eyes were fixed on the distant landscape,
scanning the horizon for any signs of civilization.
It had to be close now.
The torture had to ensue.
The steel the bus kept on moving.
Before long, the sun started to set,
and our hopes of arrival were slowly but surely crushed.
I just can't take much more of this, man.
Had a fuck with nothing.
We've already got to hell, so I don't know what hell's next, man.
The DOOM bus just doesn't stop.
How long have we been on this bus?
I don't know, what's the time?
It's 3.30.
Oh, 3.30?
4.30, man.
Oh, 4.30 now?
We've been on this bus a long time.
We've been on this bus a long time.
It'll still be further.
The DOOM bus doesn't stop.
The DOOM bus does not like to stop.
After three exhausting days,
the DOOM bus managed to take us back into civilization.
We had no idea what the city of Ulaanbaatar had in store for us.
Away from the nomads of the countryside,
it looked like we were in store for a very different experience to rural Mongolia.
The DOOM bus has finally arrived in Ulaanbaatar.
Finally, the epic trip had come to an end.
What we'd achieved over the past three days was something to be proud of.
We passed over 1700 kilometers of off-road terrain.
Our bodies had put up with a lack of sleep, a lack of clean food.
We were shattered and needless to say,
we were very, very happy to get there.
The DOOM bus has arrived in Ulaanbaatar.
We're on the way to Ulaanbaatar.
We've come back to Ulaanbaatar.
But like it then, I would stand in line for this
But like it then, I would stand in line for this
