When we took the train from Warsaw to Moscow we went through Belarus. I even have a visa and got out in Brest to touch Belarussian soil. It was night though and when we woke up we were already in Russia.
Part of my list of border crossing is Bolivia. When I interned in North West Argentina in 1999, I stayed with a group of Germans (which helped my Spanish immensely… not). We took the 8 or maybe 10 hour bus to La Quiaca on the Bolivian border. Some interns needed to extend their 90 day visa in Argentina this way. I just wanted the stamp and cross the border. It was very high and we were all a bit affected by the altitude. Nothing serious, just light headed.
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