I made a very early start to get to the boarder, I was dreading having to fight off the kid again at the border. I loaded up my bike, then went to check out. The staff seemed a little more friendly than those who checked me in. As I left I said goodbye in Ukrainian which seemed to delight them and they engaged me in a small conversation in English wishing me a safe journey.

I headed out of town, thankfully not having to go through the centre again, and made my way to the boarder. I passed a few other bikes on the way, mostly with sidecars, and a few plush cars screaming passed.
As I reached the border, there was only a small queue of about 20 cars. I was immediately harassed by a guy offering to get me to the front of the queue for €20, and would not leave me alone. Just then a border guard came along and got hold of my throttle, looked at me, I nodded and he revved the bike. Something told me he enjoyed that. Eventually I gave in paid this person the €20 and followed him to 1 car back from the gate. As I did, I noticed all the bikes were doing this anyway. A handy hint, next time, just ride to the front. Everyone was looking at my bike as I waited for the gate to open.

As soon as the gate opened, we were sent down to the front of the queue at each stage. It was a little intimidating as they kept taking my passport away, then coming back and sending me onto the next part. Again, I had another guard wanting to rev the engine. The final section, I had to take my bags out of my panniers, when all my tools fell out. This seemed to be a blessing as the person searching, gave up and sent me on through back into Europe.