The area of the border crossing Tiszabecs-Vylok.
Close to the border I parked my rental car. There was a guarded area with parking spaces and also boxes. I wonder what people store in these boxes.
Not that much traffic here. As you see, trucks are not allowed to cross the border here.
Once you passed the customs, you enter the bridge over the valley of the Tisza. High fences prevent you from leaving no man's land.
The border itself runs over the end of the bridge. Here a look at the Hungarian border marker, and on the background the Ukrainian copy and the customs' office.
The end of the bridge where you enter Ukraine and meet the Ukrainian customs. Unfortunately it was forbidden to take more pictures.
Custom clearance went rather fast, the whole passage as pedestrian took about 15 minutes. I got a stamp in my passport.
Before leaving the area by the last barreer, I had to pass this strange steel construction. I have no clue what it was or should have been.
It's claer where I am now. In Ukraine, in the oblast Zakarpatska.
A desolated place with old cars...
The typical atmosphere of East-European borders.
Small offices where you can buy additional car insurrance in case your own insurrance company doesn't cover Ukraine.
I visitied the Turul bird monument not far from the border and the Tysza bridge. It was erected in memory of the first victorious battle of the Rákóczi's War of Independence. An obelisk was erected here first in 1906, when his remains was moved on in Hungary. In 1945 the memorial was destroyed by the Soviet troops. The Transcarpathian Hungarians set up a new monument only after the transition. Interactive map
Some old wreaths and flowers. A sad view however...
To reach Vylok, I had to cross the river Tisza by this old bridge. It was really old.
You feel like going back in time many years... THis old bus is till in use.
The main road through Vylok is damaged and dusty. Traffic, like this modern truck, only can run very slowly.
Now I know why the car rental company didn't allow me to take the car into Ukraine...
On my way back from the small village I saw this old lady on the bridge, carrying some wood on her bike.
Poor people...