Crossing of the low Width the Rig Jen

I look to the south, the breeze is setting in at dusk, and the storm coming from Nain is getting more intense every moment … The car was difficult to control despite the strong wind and the narrow and high speed roads, but it must be clear to Camp One. So, the pressure on our pedals is increased. I control my handheld GPS At the point of departure from the road, we reach the village of Allahabad shortly thereafter, following the path to the north and the far-flung rams. The wind is still very intense; I remember the memories of my trip to Lut and the deadly storm of the first night, I know well that the desert is measuring its guests, and if we take this test, it will surely be very kind in the coming nights. We enter the long sandbags on the south side of the tailgate, the motorbike does not come down for a moment, and we drive all the way to the northbound sandpit. We intend to travel the 15km route that we have previously planned to Camp Olman in the darkest possible way.

Not a few kilometers into Ramsal, a young man arrives with a Russian 350C 80s engine. Opening his pavilion, we see the tired, stormy face of the Sarbanes coming to warn us, a desert man who might have been a few kilometers behind us in pursuit of the storm. Says it will be a storm tonight, you should come back sooner. After a few minutes of conversation, we’ll bring some of our water and food together and continue on our way. Further down the beautiful fox road we are likely to hunt for two hundred feet of Afghan rabbits and rabbits and we will be amazed at the beauty of these creatures that will host our upcoming nights. It is 5 o’clock in the afternoon and the weather is getting dark. We are seated in awe of the view: Paradise In the midst of paradise, we see a dense forest of about one kilometer long between golden bushes, precisely where we intended to spend our first night in the bush. To pass it on. The forest in question is deep in a pit with flowing sand walls at a maximum height of about 150 meters and with steep slopes and although I know we will have a difficult time getting out of it tomorrow morning, the thrill of reaching this paradise of wisdom Stealing, we go down the steep slope of the boulder, quickly picking up camping places and setting up tents. Close to our tents, there is plenty of trash and footprints, but one catches the eye, a 4-fingered tip and a palm-sized footprint, most likely a wolf or caracal.

With the help of members of a large group, we collect broken and dried branches of the weeds, well we know it will be a very cold night, the storm will not be quiet for a moment, and the sand will knock us all in. . We eat dinner fast and go to bed tired before 9pm. It is midnight that I wake up with the howling of the wind and the shakes of the tent, until the morning if we do not rest, I will close my eyes anxious and anxious again. I open the tent in the morning with worry and anxiety, immediately a smile on my lips green, I knew it wouldn’t turn us off. Breakfast, which is a hot soup and a little bread and cheese until 8am and we gather at the camp, justifying the drivers and explaining the way ahead and technically checking the cars again fills the desert with our car gas. Slow. After a bit of rambling, we find a way out of the forest pit and follow the path north again, we have to turn around and continue west. We haven’t gone for an hour yet, and the rumblings have been hard on me, as if all the paths I choose to come to a dead end are both Nissan Patrol springs broken into the chassis, thoughtful The kids, we learned from our Baluchi friends (who are unique in the desert wilderness), we tighten the springs in place and continue our crutches.

The sun has reached the middle of the sky as we notice the unusual movement of the Toyota Heilux gearbox, the right engine handle is torn. Slowly underneath the engine, we open the engine handle with the milling machine we accompany to cut the base of the engine handle and vice versa to prevent the engine from moving, again speeding along the tracks, Now the sand dunes have become shorter and the vegetation thicker and we can move faster as the group stops again, Pagen is in trouble from the front guard, we find four branches cracking open, Luckily we have the spare part and we move westward with four branches, and again we rise again on the soft hills to the point where The second camp we had intended to vote. There is nothing in the dark when we see a very steep slope in front of us. We decide to go down the slope of our camp, all the members of the group are very tired and I strongly oppose continuing in the dark.

We set up our tents, our food this night is also charcoal and vegetable feed, which must be paid special attention on long-distance desert trips so that people do not have trouble with the digestive tract. We all know that although the storm is calm, the weather will be colder tonight. The kids in the group go one by one in their tents and pull the zipper on their sleeping bag. It’s 12 o’clock in the morning, I control the temperature gauge I have hung from a bush, 6 degrees below zero, slowly digging through the firewood and going inside the tent. On the third day we start the journey a little later, write a commemorative board on our board and hang on a bush at our campsite so that friends who are coming to this place in the future will also remember our group. 33 43 ‘45.8’ ‘N / 53 55’ 39.8 ” E) Continue south a bit to reach the Rembley Wall Ridge and then continue west again. After about 3 hours we see the plain we were expecting on our right.

Due to the technical difficulties of the past few days we continue part of the route in the flat plain but with dusty and so-called dead soil. It is possible. In this area, the car will be changed every few kilometers to divide the forward car pressure so that the rear cars will move less slowly in the path hit by the first car. After about 25 kilometers of movement in this plain we see a sandy wall in front of us known as the fifth valley wall and we have no choice but to cross it. Reinforce the tires we had raised in the plain to 15 psi again to 6-8 psi, crossing the difficult wall path and reaching a low vegetation plain to the west to reach the center. We have to go through two other tall walls like this one and we don’t have much time until dark.

Continue to the center of the Ridge. A place where the former bands have traveled to Rig Jen. Hopefully before the darkness of the weather, we’ll get to the flag we set out on a trip last year, and the souvenir glass beneath that flag will be buried, as it will be. We are quickly digging the ground and extracting all three bottles containing the mementos of previous groups, reading the sentences of our friends who had our own handwriting from them years ago, and the hardships they suffered. To reach this paradise of exemplary, by replacing the decaying bottles with new ones, we are burying all the memories of the past years with the addition of the new bottle we added to the three bottles of years ago. Now the weather has become quite dark, and in spite of my innate reluctance to continue on the road in the dark, we have to reach the place where our night firewood is provided, which means passing through two tall walls, in the dark of night.

It is now midnight and we set up our first night camp. From the car we landed on, I said it was going to be a very cold night and that was going to get better over time. We had our last night’s banquet, and after a long dinner of chatting by the fire, we all knew that the desert would return tomorrow night. Waking up in the morning Several people who woke up in the morning reported a record low of 17 degrees below zero in the morning and frozen water tanks. We have a long way to go on the asphalt, gather the camp and get ready to move on to the science of Haji. The air is still dark as we reach the asphalt and we look back on the desert with the kindness of our several-night host.