At the breakers on friday - note our newly acquired bullbars, and spare headlight:

Alex hastily procuring us something from a deceased daihatsu. Later on we had the pleasure of engaging in some playful bartering with the manager of the scrapyard - "I've got a number in my 'ed, why don't you two go and get cleaned up, and 'ave a chat abaht what you fink it's wurf".

Back at base, replacing the cambelt, just in case.

Slowly stripping out unnecessary nonsense like carpets, rear seats and seatbelts, we happened upon an unwelcome extra, which surprisingly wasn't pointed out to us at the time of purchase - look closely and you can see that the 'grown-up's party balloon' has been neatly stuffed back into its foil packet, how nice:

Me trying to visualise, and therefore develop sympathetic feelings for, the plight of people either too small, or too stupid to see over the steering wheel properly:

After a quick service, we put everything back together, and started filling the car with oil. Oil is thick, so this took ages. Despite this, during the 10 minutes or so it took to stand there with a funnel and chat about how well this was all going, we were unable to notice the large puddle of oil developing at our feet. Only after a few minutes of running the engine, and a couple of 'hmmm, that sounds a little rough' 's, did we see the sump plug lying on the ground:

We had to just laugh this one off.
Speakers:

Our lockable battery isolation switch. In addition to our lockable wheel nuts, the endjinn should be fairly difficult to steal. All we need now is a trunk monkey.

So that we may see Mongolia better: