50kms from the finish of the inaugural Mongol Derby, Jeremy's assault on the finish line was cut short when his horse took affront at being in a gang of 4 and commenced an amazingly acrobatic display of rodeo bucking.  

Jeremy held fast for a good few moments but ended up hung by his foot from a stirrup and then thrown well clear.  Through gritted teeth he asked his team to give chase to the horse, though on their return his determination to remount was replaced by a more sanguine resignation that this was a bad idea!  Jeremy was picked up by the Prometheus Medic, Christian, his ankle having ballooned to epic proportions, and all four riders turned back to the previous ger.  He spent much of the afternoon with his foot in a bath of cold water, while the lovely kids at the ger brought him flowers.

The afternoon and evening turned into quite a festival as another five riders came in to the urtuu, and an “almost finished” party ensued, with a magnificent fire, a whole goat, a sing-off, and lashings of vodka.  And some ankle-bone flicking (NOT Jeremy's).