Mongol Rally Day 32/33 - Snarting

The epic train journey to Moscow appears to be having some adverse affects on our team:

Lone Wolf finds the perfect accompaniment to rough vodka
in the cream horn, which impressively he can swallow whole.

"Been on train now for fifty hours and got fifty five to go. Should make Moscow Saturday pm. Bannan had Sh*** all night but now back on the vodka."

Nothing nature can throw at him will prevent Lone Wolf from the bottle. The man has the constitution of a wildebeest and must be pouring it in one end only to expel any nutrients that it supposedly contains at the other. This is not a subject that one really likes to discuss but as uttered in previous posts, the dreaded trots have been a bit of a quandary for the mongols. Although apparently not for all:

"Please let it be stated that so far I am the only member not to have snarted  myself during this rally"

This was a word unheard of by myself until now, however further investigation (click above link) revealed it's meaning which I must say is very apt. I myself, as undoubtedly most of you reading have snarted on the odd occasion and unlike my own mishap, hopefully not to far away from an establishment that enabled you to lustrate yourselves.

"Cabin fever has set in for your sibling (Steve). He is sat on the top bunk rocking to and fro. Lone Wolf eating mankey cream horns (?) to cure the snarts.

Now I don't profess to know to much about the medical profession, but nibbling cream horns whilst swigging Russian vodka will probably not really appease the malady mentioned above. In fact how on God's earth did he manage to find someone in Siberia selling cream horns ? There must have been a Tesco Metro nestled amidst the fir trees on the boundless Siberian tundra, cash point and all, self serve checkout complete with vacant employee "ready" to come your aid in case the machine bellows out "Incorrect item in shopping bag please wait for assistance": Spare a thought for Lone Wolf, stood there with two dozen cream horns, a crate of vodka and a soothing jar of Vaseline looking like a right pillock waiting for ten minutes until the assistant can be  arsed to sort the bloody thing out:

" Just passed through Novosibirsk, Siberia"

I trust they passed through Novosibirsk with Lone Wolf actually aboard the train and not still stood like a lemon at the self serve.