Welcome to the Mongol Rally: the greatest motoring adventure on the planet.

The Mongol Rally thunders 10,000 miles across the mountains, desert and steppe of Europe and Asia each summer. There’s no backup, no support and no set route; just you, your fellow adventurists and a tiny car you bought from a scrapyard for £11.50.

If nothing goes wrong, everything has gone wrong.

Bollocks to tarmac, ABS and gadgets that help you find your navel. The Mongol Rally is about getting lost, using your long neglected wits, raising shedloads of cash for charity and scraping into the finish line with your vehicle in tatters and a wild grin smeared across your grubby face.

Neither your car, nor your life, will ever be the same again.
The rules of the Rally are gloriously simple…

1. You can only take a farcically small vehicle
2. You’re completely on your own
3. You’ve got to raise a £1000 for charity

Start: UK.  The Rally begins in England. We’ve got our eyes on a couple of venues which we’ll release asap.

You will set forth to tackle the beast on…

Sunday 19th July 2015

Finish: Ulan Ude

The Rally ends in the Russian city of Ulan Ude just a day’s drive from Ulaanbaatar. You will still be crossing Mongolia to get there, more of it infact and finishing here will save you a load of cash. Which is nice.

When you finish is up to you.

2 weeks later? 5 weeks later? Never?

We’ve worked out a way to save you around £1000 per team on the Mongol Rally by moving the finish line a tiny bit to the Russian town of Ulan-Ude.

For eleven splendid years the Rally has spluttered and clunked over the Finish Line in the Mongolian capital of Ulaanbaatar. But, like an old pair of slippers, we felt the Rally was getting a little too cosy, that it was high time for a major shake up.

First we devolved. Now, in 2015, we are moving the Finish Line to Siberia.

Don’t panic. It’s still the Mongol Rally. It’s still the ultimate chaos machine. You’ll still drag and cajole your sorry carcass of a car across the dusty Mongolian steppe and vomit Chinggis Gold through your nose after a heavy session with some friendly nomads.

The only difference is that the Finish Line will be in the Siberian town of Ulan-Ude, 400 miles due north of Ulaanbaatar.

It’ll save you a stash of cash

The new finish line saves you about £1000 per team. Rather worth doing we think.

What with the ‘10 year rule,’ the rising cost of flights and the ceaseless march of modernity, the Mongol Rally had become a little too pricey for our liking. We yearned for the spirit of 2001, when Mr Tom and Mr Joolz trundled East with only a fistful of dollars and a hunting knife.

Last year we took the first bold steps in the Rally devolution, halving the entry fee and scrapping all those pesky rules about bringing new cars. This year we’re making it even more wallet friendly. Not only are return flights from Ulan Ude several hundred pounds less than those from Ulaanbaatar, but shipping your car back from Siberia is significantly cheaper than getting the beast home from Mongolia.

Because Ulan Ude rocks

Ulan Ude, the capital of the Republic of Buryatia, is a splendid city with less limbless drunks and infinitely more partying options than your pickled mind can handle.

You can snort Guinness off the bar in seedy Irish pubs; dance till dawn in pounding nightclubs; pass out in grotty hostels or swanky hotels; absolve your sins with visits to buddhist monasteries and dodgy shamans; attempt some traditional wrestling; gorge yourself on greasy Buryat dumplings and take a dip in the sacred waters of Lake Baikal.

On a dull yet practical level, it not only has an international airport but is bang slap on the Trans-Siberian railway.

It’s a day’s drive from Ulaanbaatar

We fully intend that that you still get to experience driving across the Mongol steppe blinded by dust, listening to all the bolts in your Robin Reliant shake themselves loose. The only difference is that once you get to Ulaanbaatar you turn left and drive on to Ulan Ude, a journey that’s possible in a single day.

Of course if you’re a massive wuss or very short on time you can just go straight through Russia. But if you’re considering that, we’ll probably put on our special stern faces and waggle a disapproving finger at you.