What have you guys been doing in Iran?
In our previous post we wrote about our last kilometers we had to drive towards Buenos Aires. We buy a ticket to NY and realise that this is the official end of our trip. Anouk lifts her glass and says:’ Thank you Bram that I could do this with you.’ Bram is still in denial and replies: ‘It is not over yet, we have got 25 more kilometers to go to the airport, just eat your pizza.’ We touch down at New York JFK and a grumpy old cumstom officer awaits us. Because we are not married we have to split up and Anouk passes the first step before she is sent back becasuse the customs do not beleive we have a return ticket to Holland. Bram has got the tickets and comes to the rescue but when he want’s to give the tickets he is sent away because he crossed ‘the line on the floor.’ When it is Bram’s turn the official asks: ‘What have you guys been doing in Iran?’ When Bram replies that we drove there he looks at him like he is thinking whether to shoot Bram or deport him immediately. ‘Nobody drives to Iran voluntarily’ he adds. ‘How on earth do you finance this?’ ‘Bram replies that we saved money and that we are writing for a magazine and that Anouk takes the pictures. ‘But your girlfriend told me that she worked in a restaurant!’ he shouts. He adds that it is illigal to write for our magazine whilst we are in the USA. We never felt so welcome. Fortunately we are more welcome in NY City and it is very nice to finally see Maartje, Gerben and of course Daantje (Dawntjah). We walk, shop, eat sushi (‘Are you guys comforable with the slime texture?’ the waitress asks), buy new clothes, play ten pin bowling, see an Ipad for the first time in our life, take care of Daantje (We never realized that food can be spat at a television with such an amount of force), meet the infamous DJ Dallax who explains Spotify to us, ride push bikes at Manhattan (‘Fuck off with that stupid bike of yours you fucking idiot!). When Maartje sees that Bram still has baby food stains in his clothes she asks him: ‘you do realise we have got a maching machine don’t you’? After this enormous culture shock we fly home where our family organised a welcome home party in Utrecht, where we left. It is very nice to see all our friends and family but we are really tired though we flew business class to make sure we would arrive home in good shape. The fact that we drank champagne for half of the night probabely did not contribute to this but hey we are not complaining that we got a free upgrade… Next step: Looking for a job and a house! ——————————————–The last stretch…
In our last message we wrote about the never ending hospitality and the bad state of the roads. The Carretera Austral is killing for our car and for us. Never ending gravel and when it rains for three days the mud is flying everywhere. Luckily the weather forecast was right and the sun came out again. We drove one of the most spectaculair stretches of the trip so far, along falling glaciers, cold rainforest and beautiful fjordes. We have difficulties finding a nice (read free) campspot because the majority of the properties are owned by gringos and thus professionally fenced. Rob, as always, is cool with everything and camps right next to our car. All goes well untill a group of 8 drunken Chileans surround our camp and start throwing beercans, shout and perform burn outs with their cars on the dirt parking spot all with loud reggeaton music pumping from their speakers. We keep quiet and they leave us alone but it does not sleep very comfortable. The next morning we look at the numerous beercans surrounding our car. Right before the officer accuses us for causing the rubbish (which is not ours) our camping neighbour comes to the rescue, because he didn’t sleep either. In the end we help to clean up the mess and we are happily surprised to find a full sixpack on our bumper which offcourse we do not throw away.
Going North
Last time we wrote about a forrest fire that seperated us as a group after we had to be evacuated. In the meantime we are driving north on the infamous Carratera Austral. Yes you have read it right, for the first time in 15,5 months we are driving north. Our friend Rob arrived in Ushuaia and together we will drive towards Buenos Aires. His first day he had to work on our car because our steering- and trackrod joint were totally worn out. At the local fire house we fix and service the car. The firemen cook us a dinner and invite us to stay at the firehouse for the night. Rob’s first night is in a bunkbed with snoring firemen but he does not complain. Such is life of the overlander but please make it a womens firehouse next time he adds. The route we drive is beautiful. Glaciers, national parks, lakes, rivers and endless forests. The distances are vast and there is a fuel shortage so sometimes we have to drive 900 kilometers in between fuel stations and on an average day we meet 3 cars. Because the summer started on the southern hemisphere the temperature rises. The disadvantage is that there are numerous horseflies that make our campinglife somewhat difficult. Because we are with the three of us we vistit campisites more frequently but even now the hospitality from the locals is immense. A gaucho who sees us struggle putting up the tent in the Patagonian wind invites us in to sit around the fire place. He offers us sheep meat from the herd to feed us. We are defenitely not complaining. At the moment it has been raining for a couple of days so we rented a cabin with cabel tv, fridge and hot shower. There are limits regarding camping life… ————————————-Happy New Year
From Argentina, we would like to wish all our friends and family a very special, amazing 2012.
You have reached you destination
It is true! After 618 days and 72.054 km on the road we have reached our final destination Ushuaia on 11.12.11 at 13.33 local time. We hardly beleive it ourselves but we are really there. The road stops here, only boats from here. We immediately call our parents who, in front of their webcam, open up a can of Dutch beer to celebrate with us. The other gringo´s at the internet cafe look and laugh.
Running from the rain
Last time we wrote about how happy we were in Chile. Fortunately that is still the case although we cannot get used to their siesta from 12.30 to 16.00. Do they open very early and close very late? You wish! The Chileans will probabely never know the word stress or burnout but that is probabely why they are such nice people who do not hesitate to help us. Obviously our car had some dificulties to get used to a new country and we encountered an oil leak. Oil leaks are quite comman for a Land Rover but this one was: B.I.G. Fortunately it turned out to be only an oil seal which we ordererd in Santiago de Chili. We had to wait 5 days for the oil seal and immediately the local youth invited us for a night out to hit the town. The next day Rodrigo and his wife Perla picked us up from the street as they where called by another Land Rover club Patagonia member. We have two stranded tourists and they need help. That night we had a massive parrilla (BBQ) at Davids house, again another Land Rover friend. Every time we are amazed by the never ending hospitality. Buying your own beer, wine or meat? Forget it! ´You are our guests, not customers´.
Chile con carne
After we kind of fled out of Bolivia, we are now in a second world country: Chile! Right after the border with Bolivia the tarmac starts and we see trafic signs without bulletholes. In a couple of hours we drive from 5020m to 2450 and it feels as if we arrive in a sauna. The latter is probably because we are still weraring our skiing pants but we like it a lot! Our first stop in Chili is Santiago de Atacama. Very touristy with dito prices but we are not complaining. In contrary. We easily pay an insane price for a pizza and hot shower. We dust the car and collect approximately a bucket of dust from all nooks and creveces. We would like to wash the salt of our chassis after the saltflats but we are in the desert where water is scarce and washing your car is even prohibited. In the end we rest for 3 days and do not drive a single meter.
We survived Bolivia
In our last article we said that the Bolivian highlands were waiting for us. All of that is true but it really was to break into our car or destroy it. The first days we drive together with Lynda & John from Australia with their Isuzu truck and all goes well. Like real ozzies they like their BBQ and every day we grill lama steaks on an open fire. What a nice truck, we are so jealous! When we each go our own way we visit Sucre and during a Skype session with our parents a moron tries to break into our car and destroys 3 locks (including the fuelcap) but does not succed to get past the original Land Rover locks. This tells more about the skills from this unemployed idiotic coca chewing figure than it does about the quality from the locks. So far we did not like the lazy Bolivians because every day we have to pay fake toll for the worst roads imagenable, pay double for diesel and one toll booth operator even hits Bram after we refuse to pay the high price he mentiones. Bram opens the car door to smack the teeth out of the guys mouth but discovers that someone already did that. We suspect that the moron does not have a lot of brain capacity either so we decide not to use our wheel wrench on him and continue driving. Bram wants to rent a helicopter to airlift the car out of this hellhole but after we do some investigation we discover that they only have one helicopter and that this one is in use to do some cocaine deliveries for the Bolivian government while the fuel bill is paid for by the IMF. Even Anouk, who is often a lot more patient than Bram, wants to get the f#ck out of here ASAP!
Officer is looking for ‘propina’
Peru is the first country that we both visited before. We expected to drive rather quickly towards Bolivia but the wide variety of attractions and the immense hospitality from the Land Rover Club in Lima make that we are here for almost 5 weeks. It is very difficult to describe this country in a couple of alineas so we suggest you take a look at the pictures for an impression. Because we do not want to make it too easy for our selves we would like to share a dialogue with you between us and the Peruvian police looking for a bribe to supplement their monthly salary of 180 Euro (244 USD)
Guerilla attack on the car?
Last time we already indicated we expected problems at the PanAmericana. Just as we tought we survived Colombia without any problems, the country came up with one last surprise. At the final day during a huge rainstorm, 4 stones the size of a football fell down the mountain on top of our car. Combined they destroyed the filter of the snorkel, the windscreen, the rightside headlight and the windowgrill in front of the backwindow. These stones scared us to death and seeing the damage we were glad to be alive! Time to cross the border after the guerilla attack.
Are you sponsored by Carhartt?
At our trip we get a lot of questions about the stickers on our car. Especially the big Carhartt stickers raise a lot of questions. What on earth did you do to get Carhartt to sponsor you for this trip?? Whilst preparing the car for the trip Bram meets Henk Luiken. They start talking and it turns out that Henk is the Regional Business Manager Europe and can talk about the Carhartt brand just as enthusiastic as Bram can talk about our trip. Bram asks if it is a good idea to sponsor us some clothing for the trip and Henk answers confirmative. Carhartt donates us a whole new set of clothes in exchange for some stickers on the car. There is just one other condition. Henk wants us to tow the car out of the mud with a pear of Carhartt jeans if we are stuck. Laughingly we accept this deal and after visiting the HQ in Amsterdam we leave with half the collection. We get work dry shirts which do not smell if you sweat, ideal for our trip! We get jeans with extra heavy duty stitches in the seams which is perfect to tow a car out of the mud and to wear as well. The jeans have reinforced pockets so our Land Rover keys do not wear trough them. Other than that we get T shirts, gloves, beanies, caps and waterproof breathable jackets. To sum it all up a very fine collection of stuff to get us trough the harshest climate and conditions without wearing out too soon. If you get bored of the stuff just tell me so I can send new clothes adds Henk because you will get bored before it wears out. After being on the road for 500 days we can say a lot about the clothes but they sure are not broken. Our seatcovers wear out more than the jeans so that says it all about the sustanability of the clothes. We are very happy with the clothes and that includes others. One of Bram´s jeans was stolen out of the washingmachine in Mexico. We hope the new owner is happy with it. You can find more information about Carhartt on www.carhartt-europe.com —————————————————————Welcome to Locombia!
These are the first words of our broker who helps us to get our car out of the container after the shipping from Panama to Colombia. After 5 days filling out forms, collecting stamps, paying unclear invoices and drinking Whisky with customs we get our car back! And this time in one piece contrary to the shipping to Canada where we got our car back in 3 pieces. Colombia 1 – Canada 0. This time Anouk is involved in the proces from a distance because she is in the Netherlands to visit her parents, friends and enjoy Dutch food. This is the first time Bram is on his own and this brings him some challenges. Especially corruption and safety wise. After two near break ins in the car he decides to go to a campsite where he stays for the next 7 days. Luckily there is a bar and beer in the village so he spends half the GDP of Colombia in one week in that same bar. After 3 weeks of driving in Colombia with an average speed of 24kmph and being pulled over by the police 4 times a day it is time to pick up Anouk from the airport. The first thing Anouk says is that the roads are terrible here and that the people drive like idiots. Bram kinda noticed that already. The next day we have a meeting with Odet (sister Anouk) who is here to visit Locombia and together we have lunch on behalf of our new sponsors (parents Anouk).
Crocs on the beach and a dent in Brams ego
The last time we drank beer on the embassy in Nicaragua thinking about Costa Rica. We hear a lot of positive things about it and it turn out that it is all true. Nature here is beautiful and wild animals appear in three options. Alive in a tree, medium rare with salad or as roadkill. In Costa Rica we take the less touristy roads which are ofcourse unpaved. The incredible large amount of Yankees with rentalcars do not drive any further that 25 km from their resort becasue they say the fuel is expesive here. With 1 dollar for a liter it is paradise for us and we have the roads for ourselves. We have to cross many rivers and have to look carefull at the tide before plunging headfirst in the water. At one point we have the water higher than our bonnet and that does not feel nice. In hindsights the picures reveal that the waves were more created by Brams nerves and lead right foot in the 30 meter wide river. We eat at least one coconut a day and the monkeys do not hesitate to climb our car. One monkey tries to take Anouks bikini from our backpack and when Bram tries to scare the monkey away the monkey jumps towards Bram and scratches his arm. After showing the monkey Brams size 47 shoes we can go on.
Beer at the embassy
Because we have heard many bad stories about the Honduran police we prepare ourselves well. Our friends who are 2 weeks ahead of us got a ticket for wearing shorts, smoking in the car and their (for tourists) compulsory reflective stickers were on the wrong place. We approach the border with reflective stickers, hazard triangle, cans of cold pepsi and a fire extinguisher. Right after crossing the border take a turn for the dirt road. After a while the tracks stops at a river. With a doses luck, our GPS and pure driving skills we navigate trough the river for 40 km. We only have to drive 10km on the Pan American Highway and we are stopped by the police. We claim not to speak any Spanish but that is not a problem for the English speaking officer. Because we are blocking the road and everything is OK we are waved trough fairly quickly but driving here is not fun with checkpoint every 2 km. We meet lovely people, but Honduras itself is dirty and dusty so we drive quickly to Nicaragua. The border is no problem at all and the country is beautiful. Colonial towns which are decorated for the holy easter week. The beaches are endless and the wives ginormous. A big wave beats a chunk out of Brams surfboard but after some makeshift repairs with polyester he can go back into the water. We hear that it is around 23 degrees in Holland and sometimes we long for temperatures like that. With temperatures at night around 35C even our fridge is around 23C but we are not complaining in our aluminum hotel. At Playa Madera in the south of Nicaragua we find a nice sandy beach with beautiful waves and we end up staying for 8 days. A Dutch couple who run a hotel here for 7 years invite us to celebrate our Queens birthday at the Dutch Embassy. Our clothing is more anticipated for traveling than for a party at the embassy but hey lets do it. The party was very nice with free beer and Dutch food. Considering the fact that we paid taxes for all these years in The Netherlands it is not really free but it sure tastes good. We even meet friends of the sister of Anouk so that makes the evening a little extra special. The Ambassador is a very nice guy and we can leave our car at the embassy on one condition. We have to join him and his wife to the after party. Of course we accept this condition and we dance trough the night and have our driver (yes with CD plates) waiting for us to bring us back to the embassy. Our next stop will be Costa Rica and the raining season is about to start so we dont know what that will do to the roads there.———————————————-
Turn right for the bad road
The car was fixed, the mosquitos that sucked all the blood out of us and the fridge was full of rum, it was time to leave our spot at the LR garage and head towards Guatemala. At the first day, we immediately visited one of the main attractions. although we thought we could not handle anymore Maya ruins, the ruins of Tikal were stunning. At 6.30 a.m. we had breakfast at the ruins and an our later we were able to spot howler monkeys in the trees. Located in the middle of the jungle, it wasn’t difficult to spend a whole day here.

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Time is fun when you’re having flies!
While departing Mexico the Mexican customs tries to get an extra 20 US dollar departure fee of us while we already paid the same amount entrance fee. Anouk tells them very friendly that we are not going to pay twice. At the Belizean side we are welcomed by customs with dreadlocks and Bob Marley on the speakers. The ‘Ja Man’ and ‘Relaxed man’ sounds everywhere here. The locals originate from pirates (yes of the Caribbean) After buying the compulsory car insurance and fumigation of the car we enter our 22nd country on this trip. The odometer clicks 47.000 km at the border.
Corona’s on the beach
After a very fast visit to Jay Leno & Universal Studios it is time to leave Serbiene’s cool place in Long Beach. We had pending new invitations. In South Korea we met Mike from the US Army who did not believe a single word about our trip. The car was already in the container so he challenged us to visit him in Huntington Beach. He would even donate his surfboard to Bram for the rest of the trip. After we took his roofrack, LAPD & military clothes & half of his fridge it was time for us to leave. He arranged our last stay in the US in San Diego at his brothers place.
The border to Mexico was no effort at all. If we were not the ones knowing that we needed certain documents and stamps we could have driven into Mexico as illigal immigrants. We assume that the Mexicans do not expect a lot of US citizens to cross the border to compensate for the large amount of illigal immigrants in the US. We decide to drive as far away from the border as possible because of the drug- and cartel problems there. There is no denying, hundreds of army personel with massive weapons in Humvees patrolling the highway. But for us all of this just means one thing, we are finally back of the beaten track. The US was fantastic but we are looking forward to strange food, bad roads & different customs.
We celebrate the holidays with taco’s, margeritas, bonfires and DJ’s on the beach. We find a couple of nice surf spots and really enjoy the Baja California. After a couple of days we take the ferry to the mainland to pick up Bram’s parents. With two cars we start looking for hotels in the not so touristy part of Mexico. We enjoy more taco’s, corona’s, bad roads & topes. Topes are notorious speedbumps as big as the mount Everest which try to slow down the Mexicans on the road, but to no avail. They often result in slowing our car down and the Mexicans use them to launch their car in the air and take us over at the same time.
A parking mistake had the police remove the license plate of Brams parents rental car. Of course we had to go to the other side of the city to pick up the plate but it only cost us 11 Euro’s. Not bad for parking two cars in the middle of the city centre. Besides that we had a run in with the local army. At a checkpoint they tried to convince us that we had marihuana in the car. They took the whole car apart but of course found nothing. They started complaining about Bram’s license plate collection and when they found out we would not bribe them they let us go without a fine.
Very nice days on the beach and Maya ruins are making our trip a pleasent one. Right now we are on the road to Cancun where Bram’s sister will join us with her boyfriend to complete the three car caravan!
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Happy new year!

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Chillaxing and vegging out
It was time to move on to Phoenix, Arizona. But not before we visited the plane cemetary in the desert of Tucson. In Phoenix Lynn and Jack were awaiting us. They are the former host family of Brams sister and have a beautiful house on the edge of a lake. A busy program was awaiting us, because in between a cocktailparty and a boat ride, we appeared on the local Fox News. Lynn calls the neighbors to inform them nobody got hurt, why else would the Fox News van arrive 😉 They also took us to the Zoo Lights, a zoo decorated with milions of lights. A little strange to walk around in thin clothes watching Christmas lights. But we can get used to that! After that we were about to teach some adventure to the kids at the school where Pam, our host we met in Tombstone. We saw about 12 classes of kids who all posed in front of our car (“This is even cooler than Pimp my Ride”!) and asked for authographs in their schoolbooks (“Can I have one for my sister?”). All the 12 year olds were convinced that we’re gonna get famous. After that Bram convinced Anouk and the host family that he found a car show where they had a price for the car who drove the most kilometers to the show. We were the only unpolished car in between some American beauties. But with our 38.000 km the diner cheque was ours. After an amazing PAMpering stay on the couch of the Kuznias, we were about to give the Grand Canyon a second chance. After a short stop at the Meteor Crater, that was very impressive, we had a great view on the canyon. The sunset wasn’t amazing, but a least we had more that a few meters sight. What an impressive place! Now we found another couch to chillax on. Via via we met Serbiene, a cheerful girl from the Netherlands, who lives in Long Beach, south of LA, and invited us with a lot of hospitality. We used some bycicles on the beach and unfortunately had another car repair waiting for us. Even though we have never ever seen so many Land Rovers in one city (fancy Range Rovers that is for the rich of Hollywood and Beverly Hills), we weren’t able to find a belt tensioner for our ride. Brams father Fedexed it to us (it would have been real fast if customs didn’t decide to inspect it for 2 days) and that was fixed again. A few more days and we will cross over to Mexico. We don’t know what to expect over there, but you will read more about it next time. —————————————————-Is this the Way to Amarillo?
After all the gambling and watching cars in Vegas it is time for us to head to Brice- and Zion Canyon. The transition is really big because of the fact that we head towards the mountains and the winter just started. Of course we are still sleeping in the car but that proves to be really hard with this cold weather. We have to scratch ice from the inside of the windows and our water tank and – pump is totally frozen. We try to thaw it all with a hairdryer but after 2 hours everything is frozen again so we just leave it the way it is. Because we heard from locals that the North rim of the Grand Canyon is less touristy we approach the rim from Utah. The roads are already covered in snow so our beanies, jackets and ski pants really come in handy. Unfortunately we have a lot of fog in the Canyon so we do not see much of it. Luckily the sun is shining again by the time we reach Monument Valley. There is a 4×4 trail that goes around all the rock formations and a Japanese tourist in front of us drives his Toyota in a ditch. We break the door handle on this track that Bram tries to glue back but he manages to glue the lock shut so that did not really help.
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What happens in Vegas, stays on Facebook
From Oregon we head South to California where we are checked for fruit and vegetables. Strange people here 😉
Via the Redwoods we continue towards Highway #1. This stretch of road is supposed to be one of the most beautifull roads of the USA and it really shows because we see a lot of beach and rock formations. On an easy pace we cruise in the direction of San Fransisco. On arrival we are dissapointed to see the Golden Gate bridge surrounded by fog. Luckily the weather clears the next day and we are ready to roll into San Fran because there is a surprise waiting for us on the other side of the Bridge. Bram’s sister (Maartje) has to visit San Fran for her work and she is about to stay only 24 hours. The three of us check into a hotel and the Defender is spoiled with Valet Parking. The next day we join her for a press conference and after that she has to go home already…

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Guns, Rum, Sand and Hamburgers
Yes indeed we are in the USA. After the overload of rain in Canada we decide it is time to head towards the USA. At the border we are immediately confronted with the rules and regulations of the USA.
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Customs, a broken car and lots of glaciers
When we arrive in Canada we though we would find civilization, rich people, bears and a well organized system. After 4 weeks here, we haven’t found much of it. A week before our container was due to arrive, we arrived in Vancouver to start preparing the customs process. However, it turned out that we couldn’t do anything as long as our container hadn’t arrived. And even the guys at the custom office and our contact person at the shipping company had no idea about the steps to be taken. So we were stuck in the red tape. When we finally collected all the stamps, it turned out that the people of the warehouse had dragged our car out of the container by using the winch cable and after that had used a forklift to move it aside. The result: a bent drive shaft, bent pasts of the chassis, dis balanced wheels, a broken winch cable and so on. And no time to repair this all, since the parents of Anouk had arrived and rented a camper van to search for bears and gletsjers. Luckily, the owner of Rovertech Automotive could lend us a spare drive shaft, so that we could be on the road while he renewed the drive shaft. Unfortunately, we the trip started with lots of rain, but luckily we had lots of pictures to show from our trip so our nights in the back of the camper weren’t lost at all. We were on the way to the Icefield Parkway! In between the rain we had sun, but also snow and freezing nights. But the trip was amazing! The roads winded through beautiful mountains and everywhere we looked we saw snow and glaciers. We’ve seen deers, elks and 1 (!) moose just on the streets, but not a single bear. Although they were hard to find anyway in between all the rented campervans ;-). We sometimes even thought we were in Germany, since all the rented camper vans were inhabited by Germans and the campsite knew there target group. One bear made it close to our car at night, but we only knew when we saw the traces the next morning. Besides all this, we strolled through old gold mining villages and visited the Country music Capital of Canada. Our Defender still attracts a lot of attention on the ‘carcrazy’ continent and more then once we get thumbs up from fellow drivers. (of lots of bad words when they do not understand that our small engine can not go as fast as their V8). In the meanwhile, we can not get adjusted to the fact that we can not free camp here and that everything is regulated. Besides, we think 40 dollars for 24 cans of beer is quite a lot (should we have bought more cheap wodka in Russia?). Anyway, the parents of Anouk have gone back to the Netherlands and we are making plans for the upcoming weeks. We wanted to go up north but traveling in a Defender is as much fun when it is raining 90% of the time and we have no place to dry our clothes. So should we alter our way of traveling or search for the less traveled roads on this continent? We will let you know in our next post. Bram en Anouk Also check our publication this month in 4×4 Activ Magazine! Next month (2-5 November) we will visit the SEMA Show 2010 in Las Vegas so check our website and magazine for updates on this amazing show!————————————————————————
It is hard without the car!
In the southern part of Korea in a town called Busan we will have to ship our car towards Canada. For this task we are using a broker. She told us that we had to go to customs in the morning. On arrival the guy behind the front desk runs away from us when he hears English but after a while we make clear that we would like to ship our car. Finally it takes 4 custom officers to listen to our story and after 15 minutes of gesture language one of them takes a dictionary and aks: ‘why are you here?’ We tell them again that we would like to ship our car and his answer is very effective: ‘Why are you here?’ After he repeated this question another 3 more times we decide it is time to call our broker and let her solve this issue. In the end they take us to the car inspection zone where a dog and an inspection team awaits us. However customs are more interested in the stickers and writing on the car.After we explain and have them write on the car as well they offer us coffee and the inspection is finished without even opening the car. After the coffee customs escort us to the container terminal where we fix the car in the container. The fuel cans on the roof rack are just a little too high so we take them of while half of the terminal crew watches us work. Besides the fuel cans the car is a perfect fit and after we disconnect the batteries they close the door of our container. We must admit that is a strange feeling to be without a car for the first time in 4,5 months. Luckily our broker gives us a ride back to the city where we find a hostel in the University District which means we have got plenty to do at night.
Beach for professionals.
After reaching our first main goal (Vladivostok) we are driving South in the direction of the North Korean Border. Id did not matter that we were driving a land Rover but they did not let us into the country. Luckily there is a ferry that goes to Sokcho in South Korea from Zarubino in Russia. We were told that we had to show up at 11.00 at the docks. There was a lot of activity but no boat to be seen and we were told again to show up at 15.00. In Russia they prefer to communicate trough a small hole in the wall with mirrorglass in it and they can close that hatch really quick when they see a tourist coming. After a while we met some Russian crab fishers that did speak some English and they helped us out with the rest of the hassle. In the end we were the only car on the boat. After just 10 minutes on the boat the crab fishers caught up with us and showed us a huge bag of Tax Free Vodka and they repeated the following scentence: You Tourist, I Russian, we Drink! Like all Russians they drank like it was their last day on earth and we regretted that in the morning. Having a hangover on an in China manufactured South Korean Ferry from Russia in North Korean waters is really not funny!The South Korean customs were very friendly and they even filled out all the forms we needed and after all the stamps and payments we got our temporary license. Because of our hang over we were really hungry and we immediately ordered fried shrimps at the first food stall off the dock. Parking our car here is challenging and most Koreans do not want to have our car in front of their restaurant. On the road however we get a lot of Thumbs up and all the Koreans ask us if we know Guus Hiddink (soccer coach)
The weather was really nice and we enjoyed the local beach. Most of the Koreans swim with all their clothes on, jeans, hooded sweater and baseball cap complemented with a life vest and yellow tube. Our tall white bodies attract a lot of attention. Perhaps the most shocking about the beach is the fact that it is laden with barbed wire, gates, speakers and flood lights. You acces the beach trough a gate opened by soldiers. These same soldiers patrol the beach at night to look for spies from North Korea. When we write this post the US- and the South Korean Army have a large military practice and we spot Hercules Aircraft and Apache helicopters every 5 minutes.
On the dock there is also a North Korean Submarine that ran aground in 1996 at the South Korean shore. With a helmet we are allowed to visit the submarine and it is hard to imagine that more than 45 soldiers lived on this tiny little thing.
Unfortunately it started to rain and last night we camped under the roof of a deserted gas station. Our aluminum hotel does not like a tropical storm and the sound on the roof is deafening. In 6 days the car will be fixed in a container bound for Vancouver and we have a lot of paperwork and red tape to do.
Cheers from the country where your food is often still alive on your plate and when you are lucky they kill it with a baseball bat! 😉
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We made it to Vladivostok.
From Ulaan Bator (UB for insiders) we drive North towards Russia and in this region we visit a monastery. This is one of the few monasteries that were not infected by Stalin’s bad temper and we are rally surprised when the young monks invite us to watch the soccer finals. Appearently a NGO donated a massive flatscreen and sattelite receiver. The amount of brand spanking new Land Cruisers with 20″ rims made us lift some eye brows but at least we were able te see the match. At least the Cruisers had some NGO logos on them albeit tiny ones. We (the Dutch lost the game to the Spanish by the way)

The road to the Russian border is perfectly paved and crossing the border happenes without any trouble. It takes us 2 hours to cross the border and that is our speed record untill now. The officers are al women and they only smile politely when they see our flower curtains and fridge. James Bond would do a lot of other things with Russian women in customs uniform but we continue in the direction of Lake Baikal.
To get to the lake itself we have to struggle a little trough swampy jungle but we make it unharmed. We meet a couple on the beach with their Lada Niva and it turns out they are celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary. Off course we are invited to the party and after 4 liter of Vodka and 2 liter moonshine we see the best fireworks show we have ever seen…. The fact that they don’t speak any English and our Russian is limited to yes, no and please more Vodka does not matter at all.
After a while we reach Chita and we are invited to join a club meeting at the 4×4 club. In Khabarovsk we even make it to the local news and finally we make it to Vladivostok at the 26th of June at 4.30! In the middle of the town we park the car next to the Navy ships and we celebrate with Heineken because Russian beer is now where to be found.
We drove more than 24.000 km at the odometer of our Defender. Our GPS says we drove a mere 25.000 km so we let you decide which one is true.
For the people who love statistics on these kilometers we used the following:
-3500 Liter diesel
-Radius arm rubbers & bushes
-Master clutch cylinder
-10 liter engine oil
-3 liter ATF
-4 liter gear oil
-1 liter coolant
-1 airfilter
-1 oilfilter
-1 fuel filter
-1 compressor
-2x alternator
-1 turbohose
-1 show grease for the U joints
-1x 30 Amp fuse
-2 shots silicon to close the hatches in the front of the car
-2 cans Dot 4
-2 cans injector clean
-4 bearing discs
-1 shot liquid gasket
-1 waterpump
-1 belt tensioner
-2 shots swivvel grease
-1 jerrycan holder (welded again by Russian road workers)
-1 awning, the one my mom worked so hard at but it turned out it was not waterproof….
In Iran the intense heat cracked the windshield but we leave that to it. We really hope the Canadian and US customs do not see this crack.

Wat vliegt de tijd…
We zijn weer thuis na 687 dagen onderweg te zijn geweest.