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| Diplomatic relations back on track as Mr Pittaway irons out compromise |
Communication difficulties in the Mongolian sticks resulted in no texts being sent by our team since Saturday. However a phone call received this evening from Mr Pittaway has revealed more revelations mainly involving our good friend Mr Bannan aka Lone Wolf McQuade. The first incident however principally involves Jim whilst travelling on a balmy night in Northern Iran. It was decided that a petrol and food stop would be in order, so when they spotted a likely looking establishment where they might procure such items, they agreed on a bit of a break. When pulling into the services it was noted that there were some exceedingly disturbing looking individuals stood outside a battered looking truck that were all glaring toward them. Possibly a family group as they had similar lumps and appendages, our team were, shall we say..on their guard as they saw what looked like the film set of "The Hills Have Eyes". While Jim was walking toward the service area a large male from the outfit proceeded to approach him wildly gesticulating and shouting...MONEY..! Diplomatic as ever Mr P retorted with an expletive followed by "NO MONEY". Unfortunately this seemed to agitate our disfigured yokel and he produced a curved knife and began to swing it around his substantial cranium. Now at this stage Jim probably thought that with hindsight, perhaps it was not quite the right thing to do to antagonise this chap. James understandably admits, in his own words, "I s***t myself" thankfully not literally. It must be pointed out at this point that the four adventurers have all failed to get a razor any where near their hirsute chins during the rally and therefore must cut a rather barbarous looking band. Perhaps this is why the enraged Persian suddenly took stock and returned the blade into his pocket and embraced Jim like a long lost brother or camel. Perhaps he thought that our lads were fellow inter-breds from the far north, this we can only speculate, but I'd wager that the fierce bearded appearance and Jim's unique mastery of diplomatics made him think again about trying obtain a bridging loan from him.
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KATE IF YOUR READING THIS JAMES SAID HE NEVER TOLD YOU AT THE TIME AS HE DID NOT WANT YOU WORRYING AND HE WASN'T REALLY TERRIFIED, AND HE WOULD HAVE HAD HIM IF HE'D HAVE COME ONE STEP CLOSER....AND......, AND EVERYTHING IS OK NOW :-)
........................Hopefully the big fella didn't have a rethink and follow them.
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| Viscous beast lays siege to travellers camp |
Now, one of these blog posts just wouldn't be the same without a little ditty pertaining to Lone Wolf (Mr Bannan). Sleeping in hotels has now long gone and the tent is now being utilised a lot more. Camping in absolutely stunning mountain and desert scenery according to Jim, they pitched there tent next to a mountain stream where surprisingly they had a wash. Anyway they all settled down in their sleeping bags and slowly all began to nod off. During the night a blood curdling scream was heard from the tent of Mr Bannan. Startled and concerned about their safety someone asked him what was wrong? Clearly distressed and no doubt sobbing uncontrollably Lone Wolf relayed the fact that there was something outside his tent. The first thought was it could be a yak or perhaps a wolverine, a notoriously ferocious animal which is abundant in Mongolia or perhaps even a ravenous, slavering Asiatic black bear looking for a human meal. I'm not sure who volunteered to peer out into the night but someone had to as they pondered this life or death struggle. Mr Bannan was in fact being "hunted" by what was almost certainly a "killer" Alashan Ground Squirrel not the most intimidating beast in the wilds of Mongolia I think you'd concur
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