After crossing over to Finland we got to cycle with a customs officer, who was intrigued about our journey. So he chose to ride with us for a few kilometers and hear our stories from the other side.
Another nice memory from crossing the border was how Christoffer almost didn't make it over, as the Russian officer wouldn't believe that the passport he was handed was authentic.
He told Lina that the unnaturally big eyes on the picture couldn't possibly be real. Only after producing another set of identification in the form of a drivers license was the officer content, and our journey home could commence.