Our convoy had to be ferried across some major rivers. One such crossing was a lesson in Russian politics. It seems no one in Russia understands the concept of waiting in line. It didn't matter who arrived first; when the boat was open, it was a mad dash of vehicles. Trying to get our entire group on board took some politics, as the boat captain wanted to be sure his local friends were on before the American tourists. We were the last ones on, and the price we paid may have been slightly inflated, but it was all part of the adventure.