At the border this morning I was approached by a fixer (for the first time). Now, after 27 countries I like to think I've got the hang of border crossings (immigration and customs for the country you're leaving followed by immigration, customs and sometimes insurance for the country you're entering) but for the sake of three quid I thought I'd make use of his services.
For another 60 pence I got a security guard for the bike as well:
