After an intense sleep-over in Warsaw we arrived to Rivne, Ukraine yesterday.
Ukrainian border formalities require the normal Soviet-style stamping of irrelevant pieces of paper. This takes surprisingly long for such a trivial task (it's not like they even understand what it says on the vehicle registration papers), and therefore the queue to the border was something in the order of 5-6 hrs. We didn't feel the queuing really applied to us, what with us being such cool guys and everything. So we lane-splitted our way straight to passport control.
Maybe some day i'll try that queuing thing, too, people must like it a lot since they do it in such great masses.
Second contact to Ukrainian officials we got in some nameless town, which we were passing thru. They were a bit upset about our speeds and habits. There was a lot of posing around and general reprimanding. Things took a turn for the better when told that we don't really need all the protocol, and a 50€ note was casually dropped into the police car as they instructed. So in fact it was the police car that got bribed, not the police.
Later we learned the going rate is 5-10€, but decided not to find the police and ask for our change back.
Rivne however seems nice enough, and we'll stay here for another night. A large beer costs 1€ in the most upscale discotheque (bottle of vodka is 5), and a room in the biggest hotel is 40€ a night. And the girls in the nightclub seem to have left their intestines home, there is no other way they would fit into those dresses.
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