Headed for the Russian border, we were all still revelling in the novelty of a car that actually slowed down when the brake pedal was used. Terrifyingly, when we arrived at the border there was a child who, without exaggeration, can’t...
Even by the standards of inefficiency we had quickly become accustomed to at borders, the crossing from Uzbekistan into Kazakhstan hit a whole new level. On arrival at midday, we were told that the border was closed until 1pm for lunch....