We finally hit a proper border crossing yesterday, after lots of spooky deserted ones. The Ukrainian border guards seemed to rather like Roxanne, and the organised mess in the back discouraged any searching of our gear, so after showing the same documents to four different sets of people we were through!

Our first impressions of the country were shaped by the unmarked speed bumps, and the mosquitos that came to join us when we stopped for tea and cake. The outskirts of L’viv (where we are now) did little to lift our opinions, but the centre proved much nicer and we even had a highly entertaining trio of boys, super-keen to meet us, running in front of us to direct us to a hotel!

Earlier, in Poland, we had a slight scare as a van up ahead appeared to blow a tyre and smashed into a ditch after veering across the road a few times. We were second on the scene, but thankfully both driver and passenger walked away from it.