Someone must've told the Ralliers that there was a party tomorrow, because they've been turning up in droves. Conditions on the steppe are splendidly muddy and more than one face has arrived with an expression that resembles relief more than triumph. Wusses. The vast majority of those that drive onto our stage do so uttering such phrases as "I can't believe we made it" "It's the best thing I've ever done" and the ubiquitous "Fuck yeah!"
With all the ralliers taking their well earned moment of glory, being presented with Shimliin Akhi, distilled mares milk and sacred Khadag as a mark of respect here are just a few of the high points.