We soon started to enjoy the magic of driving an old car. Our newly acquired Peugeot was rather hungry.  

We decided to feed it on the first petrol station. But nothing could prepare us for the sheer length of time it took us to fill it up. It seems somethings changed with progress, also some tubes, apparently. 

The vehicle which might lead us on an adventure was looking magnificent in the autumn sun. Well, shade as it was parked under a sort of a large shed. Some other car in surprisingly poor condition were parked along side it. Why surprisingly poor, one might ask? Our dream car was in quite a good shape. It did start and even moved under it’s own power. The paint was quite shiny. Apart from the bonnet. It had some weird marks on it…

But there’s no Mongol Rally for us without a car.  

We’ve spent a lot of time checking the car ads. And there wasn’t a suitable car for sale for a really long time. Our criteria evolved during the time. I was starting to think about buying an alternative car and even Mateja started to look at the ads that were previously deemed unfit.