Well I have now left. I am no longer in the EU, and I am now in Russia. And I have now crossed my first proper border. And what a bloody labourious task it is, but a damn site easier for folks on cycles that those queuing in cars and lorries. After having my passport checked 3km from the border by the Latvian border police, I get to the border. A bite to eat at the border cafe and then I happily ride past the queues of vehicles. Where i am checked again by the Latvians. Twice. I am then out of Europe, in no man's land and walk towards Russia. Where I am then checked, stamped, handed a little bit of paper, walk to another window, surrender my little bit of paper, get given another bit of paper, have that stamped, cycle 100m to another little boothe, have my passport and little bit of paper checked and then I am in! I am in Russia baby! I then get to ride along a long long road past the queues of people wanting to go the other way.
On my map I saw a more rural route that runs parallel to the main Moscow road. I figured I'd follow it. After 10km I realise this is a mistake, the road has more holes than a Tory party argument on benefit cuts. The winters I think are very harsh here, and the effect on the road is clear. However I make it back to the main road and to a great little truckers motel, where I eat Borsht (ัะพัั) and sleep for about 10 hours.
On my map I saw a more rural route that runs parallel to the main Moscow road. I figured I'd follow it. After 10km I realise this is a mistake, the road has more holes than a Tory party argument on benefit cuts. The winters I think are very harsh here, and the effect on the road is clear. However I make it back to the main road and to a great little truckers motel, where I eat Borsht (ัะพัั) and sleep for about 10 hours.
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