We're going to...Budapest? I think so...

No sooner had we said our goodbyes to Tanya (she had not even left), Viera spotted two Russian priests and asked if they were heading towards Chop, on the border with Hungary. We had decided the prior evening that we would head directly to Budapest, because Cliff and Viera were both meeting friends there (Cliff was going to the Sziget music festival), and I was having so much fun I decided to tag along. The priests let us off 24km from Chop, and after a half hour of debating which direction we should go (Chop and direct to Hungary, or towards Kosice in Slovakia, and then down to Hungary), we headed for Chop. We picked some fruit, got two quick lifts, and were at the border!
SH*T. At this border, as with some others, we were not allowed to walk across, and were required to get a lift in a car. Initially, the border guards were yelling at us to go away, and we spent a fruitless few hours being harassed by locals in an attempt to get us to pay them to drive us across the border. We met a deaf Ukranian trucker, whom I conversed with in a mixture of ASL and gesture-sign (I don't know Ukrainian/Russian sign language), and he said that the trucks were having trouble and would not be able to take anyone across for many hours, and that folks were scared that we were smugglers with our large backpacks. A french hitch-hiker came, got a lift, and left, leaving us hopeful but disheartened. Eventually the border guards changed, and the new guards had no problem with our standing directly at the border. Soon, in fact, they were very slowly approaching cars, giving us (Viera) enough time to politely ask drivers if we could get a lift. I watched locals standing there, waving their passport, and getting lifts across the border, and no sooner did it dawn on me how to get across, a lift for two people was offered. I yelled at Viera and Cliff to get in, while I took up position with the locals waving my shiny blue American passport. A minute or two later, a woman pulled over and picked up a man, and then said something to me. I didn't understand, but tried to open her door, and she quickly reached back and unlocked it. I got in, and was away!
Two hours later, we regrouped on the other side of the border, found somewhere to camp, and crashed out. Viera and I ended up talking in my tent until almost dawn, at which point I'm fairly certain I was a complete Zombie.