We are 4 days away from the Czechout Party and the epic drive will ensue. If there is any time to send up a prayer, the time would be now….
This is modified from “A Perfect Backpacker’s Prayer” I had found in a hostel in KL, Malaysia a few years back. For all of my fellow Mongol Rally friends, past, present, future.
Heavenly father, look down on us your humble, slightly insane, adventure seeking Mongol Rallier, who are doomed to travel this earth, taking photographs while driving across impossible terrains, charm our way through boarder crossings and walking around in drip-dry underwear.
Give us this day divine guidance in the selection of routes that we may find the set of tire tracks we followed to be correct and lead us to our destination. May the hostels welcome our late arrival and the receptionist has no intention of robbing us of our passports.
We pray that the natives are helpful and never without jumper cables at the ready. May the wifi be plenty and connection speed fast as our Facebook addiction is severe.
Lead us, dear Lord, to good, inexpensive restaurants where the food is superb, the waiters friendly and beer included in the price. We pray for the wisdom to stock up on food like squirrels for winter as we never know when we will see a village next.
Give us the wisdom to bribe correctly in currencies we don’t understand. Forgive us for under-bribing out of stubbornness and over-bribing out of fear. Make the natives love us for what we are, and not for what we can contribute to their worldly goods.
Grand us the strength to traverse through the these 10,000 miles ahead, correctly downshift through every mountain passage, towed out of mud holes by kind strangers and cross rivers without flooding our engines.
And if perchance we skip a historic monument to take a nap, have mercy on us, for our flesh is weak and the locals brought out their home brew last night.