We leave Hovd, headed for Altay, still no sign or word from the rest of our convoy. The road is flat and straight, allowing you to do high speeds, but big rocks and impossibly bad washboard make it really hard on the car. Through the day we shredded both back tires, one by Jared and one by Bret, then found one of our spares has a screw in it but it still holds some air. We have to fill it up every hour or so. Near the end of the day our rear bumper, which had been abused the whole trip with such a heavy back end and blown dampers, almost gives in and the hatch has picked up a good rattle. Throughout the day we were leapfrogging a pile of other cars and ambulances who were all fixing or towing broken vehicles. After a long day of driving we set up camp with team signature in the Peugeot, another Micra that is barely alive, and a big herd of camels. Somehow the Peugeot is still in good condition.
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