Crossing borders has always been something that has fascinated me. My teddy bear even had to have a passport for European adventures as a child. If there is a border nearby, I want to cross it. Another country, another language, another currency, another adventure. Here are a few of my favourite “just because we could” border crossing adventures.

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Poland for Lunch – 2018 – we caught the train from Berlin to Frankfurt an der Oder and then walked over the bridge to Slubice. We forgot that we would need Zloty rather than Euros, so after a quick visit to the currency exchange, we popped into a little cafe by the bridge for lunch. We then spent our remaining cash on some Polish sweets in the supermarket, then headed back over the bridge into Germany.

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Malaysia for a Box of Donuts – 2011 – we took the bus from Singapore to Malaysia; after clearing passport control, we got off at the first stop over the border (Johor Bahru). There was a shopping centre, market hall and a food court (another of the things I love about travelling). We sampled some Nasi Goreng and Beef Rendang, then headed back to Singapore with a box of 12 from the Dunkin Donuts. Mr T was delighted with his first trip to Malaysia!

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Scrambling into Slovenia – 2018 – from Trieste, we took a bus to Opicina and then followed a footpath towards the border at Fernetti. Everything went well for a mile or so and then the footpath disappeared – we could go back the way we had come or scramble a little bit, dodge the traffic on a busy road and keep going for the border. Of course we kept going. We had a quick look around the shops on either side of the border – I’m not sure we even bought anything – and then found a bus stop back on the Italian side of the border and headed back to Trieste. No more scrambling for a while.

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To Hungary by Train – 2018 – from the centre of Bratislava, we followed signs to the Železničná Station, just south of the city centre. We worked out we could get the train to Rajka, across the border in Hungary, hang about for a little while, then get the train back. All in all, we were in Hungary for about an hour, slightly longer than our foray into Slovenia earlier in the trip. This time, there was no need for scrambling. We did a loop of the village before heading back – the trains all ran on time too.

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Probably the most dramatic, colourful, noisy and chaotic border crossings was going from Mexico to Guatemala in 2005/6 – I’ll have to write about that one another time. It deserves a whole post all of its own.