Our crossing from Russia to Ukraine is by ferry, from Chuska, the western terminus of Russian National Highway M-25, across to Kerch in Ukraine.
Two years ago, we staged a protest and blocked the ferry, as the Russians manning the border post tried to extract a four-figure bribe due to "irregularities" in our paperwork, paperwork that had been created and issued by their counterparts way back when we first entered Russia in Zabaikalsk.
Our policy is simple, we don't pay bribes. Instead, the grouped moved their bikes to the front of the boarding line and blockaded the ferry, no one could board. After several tense hours of threats from the police and military,, the border past backed-down, the final members of our group were released (Helge was one of those being detained!), and we made the crossing.
What a difference two years can make! I was understandably concerned when our guide informed me that the Customs officer said "I remember you" when it was my turn to clear. However, this time around, though "the procedures" seemed to take infinitely longer than necessary, our group was processed through without any drama.
The ferry itself flies under Ukrainian colors. Instead of the usually reserved and oft-times dour attitude of Russian workers, the Ukrainian crew was a fairly jolly lot. One tried to interest the group in a freshly painted "genuine German WWII helmet" for "only" 150 Euro (about $220.00 US Dollars!), though he quickly dropped the price in half when there were no takers. He turned out to be a poor capitalist when he declined to trade his helmet for mine (as mine cost over twice his original asking price <g>). The other deck hands spent the crossing examining and discussing the bikes and accessories, and all studied our pannier stickers, which display a map of our end-to-end route.
It took us around 5 hours to process through on the Russian side, and another 3 to 4 to do the same in Ukraine. For the adventurer, patience is not merely a virtue, it is a requirement.
With the Patience of a Saint.
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