Day 8: A night in MuldaI don't know what time we pulled into Mulda. It had been a hard day and we were all beasted.
Ivan at the wheel shot past the hotel we were looking for, where the gang of three were parked outside. I think it was the fact that Mulda had the first bit of flat tarmac that we'd seen all day and Ivan was so impressed that he had his foot to the floor.
We managed to overshoot it on the way back too and when we finally pulled in, the place was a pretty cramped and hot but we chowed down on some hotel food and knocked it on the head.
The atmosphere in the room is pretty awful. Me and Ivan are stickin together and we're unhappy to say the least.