Pamela MacNaughtan

It was almost 5:00 a.m., and I was inside our Mongol Rally car, trying to sleep in the front passenger seat. I had no idea the Czech Republic would be so cold in July. I packed a couple of warm pieces of clothing, but I honestly thought I could get away with sleeping in a tent, on a Thermarest mat, with the Maasai blanket I bought last year. I was wrong. I froze the first night we camped at Klenova, which is why I was sleeping in the car – the wind can’t get me in there.

The music had barely stopped – it blared all night long – and the sky was getting lighter when I woke to the sound of the driver’s side door being opened. I bolted up just in time to see a fellow Mongol Rallier climb into the driver’s seat. I sat there in mild shock as the young blonde guy settled in and passed out. He was drunk. Obviously.

Drunk Mongol Rally dude from European Launch

“What the crap?”, I muttered quietly as I stared at him, wondering how to get him out, and struggling with staying awake. I was tired. Really tired. All I wanted to do was sleep, and I almost ignored him and did just that, sleep! Until…

“Do you like to snuggle?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if I had heard correctly, but when his arms started to make their way towards my seat, I replied with “Uh, no thanks”.

“Where is your car?”, I asked, “I don’t know”, he responded. “Where is your team?”, I asked, “I don’t know”, her slurred. “Where are your things?” I prodded, “I don’t know, I am a man unto myself” he stated, then promptly passed out. Again!

I sat there wondering how this all came to be. I had locked the doors went I went to bed, but around 3 a.m. I had got out, walked around to the driver’s side, started the car, and turned on the heater full blast. I must have forgotten to lock the doors when I crawled back into the passenger seat. It’s an honest mistake. Besides, I was at the Mongol Rally launch. The only other people around were fellow ralliers, what could possibly go wrong?!

I wouldn’t have guessed in a million years, that a random drunk rallier would wander down to our car, open the door, get inside, pass out, wake up, ask to snuggle, and then pass-out again. That scenario seemed out of the realm of possibility.

I sat in the car, with the random drunk dude passed out in the front seat, for like 30 minutes, trying to figure out what to do. Trying to wake him was like waking the dead, plus, what the crap was I going to do when I did get him awake?! Thankfully I didn’t have to figure that part out. A little before 6 a.m. I heard voices outside and looked around to see that two guys from a Spanish team across from our car were awake. My heart leaped for joy as I got out of the car to talk to them.

“Can you help me out? There is a drunk guy passed out in the car.” I pleaded. At first, they weren’t sure what I was talking about, then they walked to the car and looked inside. That is when they erupted with laughter. I have to admit, by that point, I was seeing the humor in the situation myself. I stood by and watched as they poked and prodded the guy in the car. It took like 10 minutes, but they eventually got him out of the car and on his own two feet.

This is also when I decided to pull out my iPhone and record about 10 seconds of this guy swaying from my car, breaking out into a very slow sprint, and then falling to the ground because he was too drunk to walk, let alone run!

The three of us (myself and the two Spanish guys) stood outside and watched as the drunk rally dude ran up the road in a drunken zig zag. It was still very early in the morning, but we couldn’t contain our laughter, it was just too damn funny.

Curious and want to check-out my wee video of random drunk dude? Well, here you go!! (the video is not great. It was early. I was tired, and laughing quite a bit)

I have no idea how this guy decided to come down the road and try the door of our car. We were parked in an area away from the majority of the teams (not on purpose mind you). I don’t even know who he is, or what team he’s on. I do know that Czech-Out was a crazy party, and several guys were too drunk to walk – a few of them falling and passing out in random places. Oh, to be young and foolish.

Let’s hope I don’t add any more drunk encounters to my growing collection! (Think of that time on the train to Bangkok, and that time I almost became a Mongolian bride).


  • July 22, 2012

    Hahaha that is brilliant! I bet the drive the next day sucked for that poor kid!

  • Laura

    July 22, 2012

    “Do you like to snuggle?” Priceless. I hope you run into him at a crazy remote checkpoint and then ask him if he likes to snuggle.

  • July 22, 2012

    Ha! What are the odds?? Too bad he wasn’t snuggle-worthy.

  • July 23, 2012

    haha wow that is such a classic story! I can’t believe he just got into a random car. Well I guess when you party hard everything becomes a bed. I’m glad the situation came out with a good laugh and a good story to share. Thanks for the post!

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