Let me out of Romania!

Here's where things started to go awry!
After a 30 minute exit border from Romania, the Moldavians didn't want to
let us in with an Australian passport without a visa, so a further half hour
later, we were sent back to Romania, where we had to wait for an hour to be
allowed back in. So, that was 2 hours wasted. All that we had wanted to do
was to ride 1km through Moldavia to the Ukraine border but that was
obviously too simple.
We were told that we could pick up a visa further north at a border crossing
called Oancea, so we headed straight up.
On the way up to Oancea, the fuel pump broke on one of the bikes, so we
managed to find a flat-bed truck to pick us up and take us to a garage. This
turned out to be a car repair shop, but fortunately, there was a mechanic
there who knew his bikes. After a spot of luck, it turned out that they
actually had a part that we needed in stock from a car and it fitted. We
looked at the part numbers and it looked the same, so we had it fitted. Two
hours later, we were back on the road, in search of visas!
To cut a long story short, when we got to Oancea, we left through the
Romanian border but Moldavia said that they didn't issue visas but we could
go 600km round trip to Bucharest. Another 2 hours later, we were back in
Romania yet again.
We decided to give Moldavia a miss and take something of a detour and head
north directly into the Ukraine.
When we finally got up to this border at Siret, we exited Romania (a process
with which we were both now familiar), but Ukraine also decided that
Australian passports needed a visa. This did not align to what we had been
told by the Ukraine embassy in London, but we had no choice but to make an
80km round trip back to Suceava to get the visa.
Upon arrival at the Ukraine consulate, we were told that they would be
closed. For 5 days! For the weekend and bank holidays. After a lot of
pleading and suggestion of us paying a special fee, we got the visa and
headed for the Ukraine border yet again. Next, the border guards told us
that we needed a green card, but they could not sell us one. The green card
companies in Romania would not issue one as our vehicles were UK registered,
so we were in a pickle!
We met a young Romanian who spoke English and combined with a Ukrainian who
spoke Romanian, our double interpreters managed to sort out a green card for
us. Phew! We had thought that our trip was over. There was no way that we
could have got a green card for the Ukraine issued for us from London.
After 5 hours that day at the borders, we were in the Ukraine, waiting to
see Kalashnikovs and corrupt police.