From the Archives Stage 1. London to Moscow.
On the eve of the FTFE’s voyage from New Zealand to North America, Squadron Leader Steve has asked me to provide a few lines of reminiscence about the now dim and distant memory of Stage One of the Follow That Fire Engine Challenge. Rather than providing yet another blow-by-blow account of the London to Moscow trajectory (those who are interested can take at the daily blogs on the interactive map below, updated regularly by yours truly folks!), I will give a few of my own personal reflections on that first leg of this journey of lifetime.
Some thoughts:
Thought # 1: Despite being the first, FTFE Stage One was the hardest yet.
This may not be a popular view among the other FTFE team members (Ben B, Ross Chris and Steve aside), but I would like to take this opportunity to assert that, having followed each and every daily update from the subsequent stages, the London to Moscow leg most definitely provided some of the sternest challenges that Martha et al have faced – and I am not including the unfortunate 36 hours at the Russian border in this assessment.
A common complaint of our initial FTFE followers when reading the first in this series of blogs was that we didn’t seem to be enjoying ourselves very much at the beginning. This is not strictly true… as I will explain shortly…. but Stage One was certainly a short sharp shock to the system. Not for us the widescreen landscape and sense of freedom that the chaps experienced in, let’s say, Mongolia. Europe, with its concentration of populations and cultures left us disorientated as each day provided a fresh linguistic, dietary and cultural challenge. Add to this the self-imposed requirement to cross as something like 15 borders in our 12-day stint (Slovenia being the least pleasant – an 8 km crawl through a badly ventilated single lane road tunnel), the daily unknown of finding accommodation in the middle of high tourist season, and the somewhat optimistic route plan, which meant that every day consisted of more than 12 hours behind the wheel. Not for us the carefree visits to the local zoos or extreme sport attractions, the pleasant strolls around local beauty spots or the laid-back barbecues with friendly locals. Want to know what Stage One’s only gesture to tourism was? That’s right amigos, we visited a concentration camp… Nothing against that you understand – visiting Auschwitz was a chillingly unforgettable experience – but it does help to demonstrate that FTFE Stage One was arguably shorter on fun and games than subsequent easy-life legs! Alright, I am being deliberately provocative here, but I believe that Team Leader Steve will back me up in this argument… right Stevie??
