The desert republic of Molossia doesn't appear on many maps, and it doesn't have a seat in the United Nations. But if you drive about 18 miles northeast from Carson City, Nevada, you'll find it. It's not right there on the highway—you need to take a left at Lafond Avenue. Then there's another left at Wagon Wheel Way, and then you take a right on Mary Lane. "The Republic of Molossia is at number 226, just up on the right," report the authors of Micronations: The Lonely Planet Guide to Home-Made Nations. "Make sure they're expecting you; don't just show up."
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