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  • Day92

    Crossing Moldova

    August 5, 2018 in Moldova ⋅ ☀️ 31 °C

    What did we do in Moldova? Have a lunch snack, buy a drink (paid with Romanian lei :D), talked a tiny bit with some people in the village (hand-foot communication only)

    Why? It's a new country and on the way to Ukraine

    How long? We stayed maybe 1hour in Moldova. Would be great to explore the country. But we need to save that for one of the next holidays ;)Read more

  • Day33


    August 28, 2018 in Moldova ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    Sophia meet the family, family meet Sophia!

    Sophia and I had started seeing each other only a few weeks before I left Australia, which was bad timing all around, but as luck would have it she was planning a trip to Europe as well and was only too happy to meet me for an adventure through soviet styled unrecognised separatist states and nuclear wastelands.

    We rendezvoused in Chisinau, the capital of the least visited country in Europe. Everyone I had met on this trip who I told I was going their expressed a mixture of disbelief and a warning that there was very little to see or do, but it was a necessary stop due to being the best launching point to get into Transnistria.

    Abiding by the warnings, we only spent one night in Chisinau, but I actually got quite a bit of nostalgic pleasure out of the city. It took e a couple of hours to realise why, but it finally hit me that it reminded me a lot of Bucharest in Romania. The language is Romanian, the people are ethnically Romanian, the food is Romanian and they spent most of the 1990’s advocating to become part of Romanian. I had fallen in love with Romania last year, so it was nice to indulge my nostalgia.

    It was true, however, that there is not a lot to see, nor was there any free walking tours to show us around, so after a late start in the morning, we constructed our own tour, and managed to see all the sites in a couple of hours. The highlight easily being catching an orthodox service in a gold and blue monastery, those priests sure can sing! We followed that with a huge Romania feast for lunch where I ordered half the menu, extremely happy and excited to be back in south Eastern Europe and the middle eastern influence that provides.

    Finding our bus to Transnistria after lunch proved to be challenge as we were sent to the wrong bus station a few kms to the north by our hotel receptionist, but that at least got me to introduce Sophia to the unique Romanian style public bus system as we backtrack to the correct bus station, which happened to be located a couple of blocks from our hotel.
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  • Day35


    August 30, 2018 in Moldova ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    Transnistria represented everything I love about travel, that addictive feeling of awe and wonder, where you lose yourself in a different and alien world. If travel is a drug, chasing that addiction has become ever harder as the world contracts, caught between my growing body of experiences on one side and increasing homogeneity on the other. Yet Transnistria was a glorious hit of that ever elusive high, a place like no other place I have ever been.

    A land of mystery and contradictions. A final Soviet enclave, clinging desperately to the glory days of communism, yet almost entirely owned and controlled by a single private company called Sherriff, which is everywhere and is everything, owned by an ex-KGB oligarch of who only one known photo exists. A place where the KGB still exists and corruption reigns supreme, but where seemingly open and free democratic elections happen every 4 years. A land with one of the lowest GDP’s in the world and in dire economic straights, yet with a complete lack of the overt poverty and homelessness you see in either Moldova or the Ukraine on both its borders. A country that has lost 50% of its population since it declared independence 25 years ago and where 98.5% of budget revenue is spent on pensions leaving the rest of the tab to be picked up by an ever growing budget deficit. An economy that is based on 3 major ex-soviet industrial plants, running on Russian gas from the east and exporting power, textiles and steel to the west, with the beautiful irony that Transnistria pays nothing for the gas, because Russia doesn’t ‘officially’ recognise Transitria (despite having a permanent military presence there) and are thus billing Moldova for the gas (an unpaid ‘bill’ that now exceeding $5 billion) - Putin is nothing if not an ingenious bastard. A regional soccer powerhouse, with the best stadium in Eastern Europe, which houses the Sherriff football club, which plays unbelievably acrymonious sounding games in the Moldivian league and winning the last 12 of the last 13 years.

    It’s best to think of Transnistria like Crimea in 2038. Following the collapse of the Soviet Union, Moldova started flexing its nationalistic muscle, forcing the population to speak Romanian. The local Russian population, which had been forcibly resettled there through the Soviet’s extensive efforts to increase Russian influence throughout the region and as a result of Moldova being a Soviet manufacturing centre requiring a continual supply of Moscow educated engineers, took exception to this and in 1992 rose up. The war lasted about a year and was largely a stalemate, until the Russians intervened as ‘peace keepers’ and never left. No peace treaty was ever signed and no UN state has ever recognised Transnistria’s sovereignty, however, you can visit the South Ossetia embassy in the Capital, Trisapol, if you ever feel the need for a visa. Today, the uneasy truce remains, the international community still recognises it as part of Moldova and you won’t find it on any official maps, but this doesn’t stop Transnistria from having it’s own heavily militarised border (complete with pill boxes and tanks), it’s own military (backed by a very heavy presence of Russian troops), it’s own central bank and currency (including plastic coins) and it’s own parliament and president.

    For us, Transnistria could easily have become a whistle stop tour, a passport stamp (well a visa slip, as a stamp would invalidate your passport) and a cool dinner story, if it weren’t for Roman. When I was first planning on Transnistria all evidence suggested that all that was possible was a 24 hour visa, with an extension to 48 hours if registered with a hotel. With such limited time I explored the best possible ways to see as much as possible, which led me to the only American in Transnistria, Tim, and his local sidekick, Roman. Tim offered us Roman’s services for the day to show us around, which was unbelievably fortuitous and single handily made Transnistria a highlight of the trip. Roman and Tim appear to be the main local media fixes and logistics specialists in the country and Roman was an awesome tour guide, a young local who speaks excellent English and the son of the former body guard of the first Transnistria President. As a sign of the older generations indoctrination, he also told us at length of his grandmother’s repeated and fervent warnings of the dangers of the west and glory of the past.

    This was also no ordinary tour, after meeting us in the morning, we started by doing a lap of Tiraspol’s Main Street, where Roman seemed to take our lead as to where to go and what to see next. A loop took us to Transnistria’s university, which is frozen in all it’s Soviet glory, and where Roman warned us we may get harassed by security, but on this particular day they were chill, which may have been because it was the university’s admissions day, so the place was filled with prospective students and their parents trying to secure a spot, probably with the help of a healthy bribe. When I asked whether this is where Roman went to school, he laughed and explained that no and that the corruption is so ingrained that it was impossible to pass without paying off the lecturers and administration, which, of course, makes the expensive piece of paper completely useless at the end of the day. This corruption runs deep, Roman himself avoided compulsory military service by paying off a doctor $1000 (in a country where the per capita GDP is a bit over $2000) to falsify a medical exam.

    He then took us down the main drag, past the Sheriff football club’s fan shop, the prominent office of Putin’s Russian political party, a fantastic little soviet book store (complete with side by side photos of Stalin, Putin and Transnistria’s current president), the flea market, parliament (with the obligatory statue of Lenin out front) and the memorial to the 1992 war of independence. Somewhat annoyingly, Transnistria’s Independence day falls on 2 September, which I only realised a few days previously and, despite our best efforts, we couldn’t make our dates work to ensure we were in Transnistria for the big day. This hurt, but the city was in full swing, sprucing up the place by painting curbs and fountains, lining the main drag with Transnistria and Russian flags and the Presidents’s podium had been set up, which provided an unmissable photo opportunity.

    Roman also took us to the main city markets, which were amazing. Made even better by the villager stall holders who were full of smiles and insistent on us tasting their wares and posing for photos. The meat market was particularly impressive, where Roman took us to the back corner, where the biggest, scariest looking Russian dudes stood waiting by their enormous butcher blocks for the next beast to be brought in to be butchered. The size of these guys meant we were hanging back and giving them plenty of space, but they called us over, asking Roman where we were from and insisting we take photos of them and Sophia wielding huge axes and sides of meat.

    After exhausting the city sights, we jumped on a bus and headed to a village of 1000 people 20 minutes out of town. As a testament to the ridiculousness of Soviet economic decision making, this tiny village had in the middle of it a massive community hall (again complete with original Lenin statue), where, by chance, we caught a class of young ballerinas, who were only too happy to let us sit quietly in the corner watching their lesson and pinching ourselves that we hadn’t just been teleported backwards in time 40 years. This was followed by another time capsule, the village store. Manned (womanned?) by the loveliest babooshka, who, somewhat surprisingly, waxed lyrical (well translated by Roman) about politics, the craziness of man and her desire for everyone to just get along, while plying us with assorted local snacks (mostly of the dried and smoked fish variety), beer and cognac (which is the Transnistria’s equivalent lent of Cuban cigars, highly regarded around the world, and very hard to get, except when you are in Transnistria, where it is less than $10 a bottle). The village also boasted the largest and richest Orthodox monastery we had seen so far, a place so big and wealthy that it has two seperate churches, one for winter and one for summer. It also had extensive vegetable gardens that Roman explained was free for the villages to come and take what they want when they want.

    Back in Tiraspol, I had my second minor celebrity experience of the trip as we were joined by two Polish travel vloggers (Bart and Tomas) who were in town filming their next vlog. Bart had made his name filming vlogs in Venezuela, amassing over 200,000 subscribers, which is very impressive for a Polish language vlog. From Tiraspol we headed out to another village, which is the old workers accomodation for an abandoned collective farm. I had always pictured collective farms as basic and primitive, but this place was mind blowing. The accomodation blocks gave the first indication of the scale as we went inside and explored the large crumbling apartment blocks, went to the local store for some homemade wine and had a really special moment taking a breath and hanging out in the old playground, watching the local kids running amok and the old men playing dominos. From there it was on to the farm’s shell of a university, which was built to educate the next generation of farmers. The building has been torn apart for anything of value, but from the vestiges of what remain, this was obviously once a grand and ornate building for the Soviets, full of intricate tiles and mosaics. A lone security guard on a bike prevented us from going any further into the grounds of the farm, but we got a sense of the farms scale by the regular sentry towers that you could see going off into the distance. These towers were fitted with spotlights and manned by soldiers, not to keep people out, but to prevent the workers inside the farm from stealing crops. The piece de resistance though was the power plant. This farm had its very own power plant with two turbines built especially for it. The place was mind blowing, a testament to the insane soviet economy model and the ultimately futile industrial might that came with it.

    Back in town once more it was time for dinner and drinks, before Roman, loaded up with bottles of cognac and coke, took us on a romantic night river cruise up the Dniester river. We were joined by three other local girls for the trip, where we were serenaded with Russian techno music blasted at 11, while drinking cognac and coke out of plastic cups and trying desperately to distract the drunk locals from causing mischief to themselves and others around them.

    It’s always a risk to build up expectations of a place. The entire reason I am back in Eastern Europe this year was to go to Transnistria, and this is where Sophia was joining me based on my overly excited descriptions, so there was even more riding on a destination than normal and I can’t say I wasn’t a little concerned. In the end though it exceeded my expectations. This place is beyond wild, a place that exemplifies and yet simultaneously defies generalisations. A place where I feel we barely scratched the surface, left me begging for more and memories for a lifetime.
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  • Day44

    Chisinau, Moldawien

    August 5, 2018 in Moldova ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    Willkommen im am wenigsten besuchten Land Europas 😂 Vor zehn Jahren noch bekannt geworden als das Land mit den unglücklichsten Menschen weltweit und Vorlage für den Fake-Reiseführer "Molwanien" hat sich das Land seitdem stark verändert. Viele moderne Bars und Restaurants gibt es mittlerweile. Infrastruktur ist etwas angestaubt, okay, und das Tempo hier ist ungewohnt gemütlich. Das hat mich doch tatsächlich erstmal etwas aus der Bahn geworfen, als Durchreisender, dass hier nix organisiert ist und keiner irgendwas weiß oder Tipps geben kann 😂 Musste folglich alle Touren selbst organisieren, mit Händen und Füßen. Englisch oder Deutsch ist hier nicht so angesagt... Vielleicht reist ja deshalb niemand hier her 🤔
    In der Hauptstadt Chisinau ist man mit Sightseeing auch nach 2 Stunden mehr als durch, inklusive Museum des Poeten Puschkin, der hier ne zeitlang im Exil war. Aber im Ernst, das Hauptproblem ist wie so oft die Sprachbarriere. Es ist nicht so dass hier niemand öffentlich lachen würde, nur halt nicht in den mir geläufigen Sprachen 🤷‍♂️
    Aber die tollen Weine habe ich teilweise durchprobiert (Feteasca Neagra!) und auch das Kloster im Fels Orheiul Vechi besucht in die Weinregion Crioca. Die selbstverwaltete Region Transnistrien, im Gewand der UdSSR habe ich nur durchfahren. Geschmackssache, würde ich sagen 😂 Mit der Kamera habe ich mehr Bilder gemacht. Hier nur eine kleine Auswahl...
    Orheiul Vechi ist auf der nächsten Seite 😉
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  • Day44

    Orheiul Vechi, Moldova

    August 5, 2018 in Moldova ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    Ein berühmtes (zumindest hier) Kloster in den Fels gehauen, etwa eine Stunde nördlich der Hauptstadt war dann mein nächstes Ziel: Orheiul Vechi.
    Das schwierigste daran war rauszufinden wie man da hinkommt, da man im Hostel kaum Infos bekommen konnte und am Busbahnhof kaum jemand Englisch spricht. Dank Wikitravel habe ich es dann selbst recherchiert. Als ich das Busticket dann gekauft hatte und irgendwann geschnallt hatte, dass der wütende, brüllende Mann mich meinte, der in seinen Bus steigen sollte war alles ganz easy. 😂 Auch die orthodoxen Priester hatten die Spendenboxen weit geöffnet, auf so einer kleinen Fläche war es überraschend wie viele Spenden erwünscht waren. Jeder fragte auch direkt nach Namen und Konfession bzw ob man katholisch oder orthodox sei. Meine Antwort darauf - Opton 3 - hat ein Stirnrunzeln bei beiden Parteien hervorgerufen 😂
    Viele Hochzeiten haben dort auch gerade stattgefunden. Das Kloster selbst war wie erwartet sehr puristisch. Kleine Boxen in den Felsen gehauen, wo die Mönche gelebt haben. Ein älterer Mönch war immer noch anwesend um Souvenirs zu verkaufen 😎
    Ein gelungener Ausflug, da ich das Gefühl hatte das System bezwungen zu haben 😂 Kleine Erfolge eben.
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  • Day1


    July 26, 2016 in Moldova ⋅ ⛅ 84 °F

    After an extremely long journey from Tudweiliog to Liverpool then a six hour sleeper bus to London and Stanstead, Stacey and I finally arrived in Chisinau, Moldova; the poorest country in Europe.

    We weren't off to the best start upon arriving in the capital city as it was well after dark and if you've been to this part of the world then you are well aware that street lights are few and far between. Our very friendly taxi driver dropped us off at the door to our accommodation and offered us various bits of advice for staying safe and getting the most out of our stay. The biggest problem we faced was when we entered the building of our Air BnB and found that it was in fact a derelict building that was falling to pieces inside.

    With no signal on our phones and no way of contacting our Air BnB host we were stuck and found refuge for a short amount of time in a cafe. Thank God for Wi-Fi as we located a hostel that was open - finding it however would prove to be another hurdle. A few tears and two hours later we were checked in and making friends with Connor our little Irish buddy.

    A few things you should know about Chisinau:-
    1. There's not a lot to do but the free walking tour was incredible (tips should be given).
    2. There's an outdoor public pool at the mall (around a 30 minute taxi ride and only around £2.50).
    3. It's ridiculously cheap - we were able to eat like Queens for less than £5 a day and a litre of Vodka will only set back £3.
    4. The streets are dangerous as the pavements are hardly that.
    5. We were two girls and we felt 100% safe - it"s a small city and it's relatively easy to get your bearings.

    Worth a visit? Only if you're in the area.
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  • Day188


    October 8, 2017 in Moldova ⋅ ☁️ 9 °C

    It's currently 4am and we have been awoken by customs for our passports.
    Soooooooo awkward. Wills passport had money in it that the officer threw back at us. He wasn't happy.
    Must think it was a bribe... Hoping we are let in 🤞🏼🤞🏼lol

    Next bloke came by and he was really nice - he checked our luggage and asked if we had anything to declare.

    Still waiting for our passports.

    Got them woo.

    We moved maybe 100m then on came the Moldovans.
    The customs chick was much more thorough than the Romanian. I had to open my bag for her to check for stuff.
    She was so brutal to the guy in the cabin next to us.
    "Why you travel alone?" "You don't have friends?" 😂😂
    It was all very intense. I don't think they liked my photo. I do look like a 12 year old boy. Eventually they stamped us both.
    On our way!
    I slept really good apparently because people in the morning talked about how loud and long the changing of the wheel took.
    I thought the information I had read must have been outdated because I didn't hear a thing 😅
    Nevermind.. Hahaha

    We arrived at 9:30am - ish.
    So groggy.

    It was rainy but we still planned on walking to the hostel.
    So much waterrrrrr 😩😩😩😩😩
    So many puddles too that we kept stepping in.
    The place was deserted and bland.
    Walk walk walk.
    We found our street easily enough. Next challenge was finding the hostel cause turns out Wills GPS only pin dropped the street not the actually house number.
    Good times in the rain were had by all.
    We found shelter and I put my bags down so I could explore. Even though they are water resistant there was a lot of water and I didn't want water seeping onto my kindle and journal book.

    Found it.

    We couldn't check in for 2 hours but they let us stay inside 🙌🏼 I had a snooze on the couch and Will called his parents to chat.
    Dural looks like it's a go but time will tell.
    We plan to get a goat.
    I will be pushing for a pig. #dreams

    Beds became available- dumped our stuff then went out for breakfast/lunch.
    Will didn't listen to the instructions given to him so he took us the wrong way...

    We found Andys Pizza though. We stood around like dixks for a while before deciding we are probably meant to seat ourselves.
    I wasn't sure if people would speak English here but our waiter did fine.
    We got 2 drinks, a pizza, soup and chips and it was only $14 😂
    Big tick for moldova.
    Went home via the supermarket then both fell asleep on our beds. The doona was so toasty. 😍
    Woke up a few hours later and it was still pouring.
    It's the wine festival at the moment and we were gonna go because it's the biggest festival of the year but it's just not gonna happen.
    We didn't even want to brace the rain for food. We had to though.. there was a resturant across the street but when we walked in it looked as if maybe an event was taking place?
    We ran down the street to option 2 which we though had exuberant prices until we figured out our meal with dessert was still only $35 😂
    Ran home and now in bed.
    Trying to figure out where we are gonna go after Romania but everything is so inconvenient. We are thinking of maybe flying to Turkey for 3 days to bang it out.

    Not sure is I have mentioned that I really love the Romanian money - the Moldovan money is tiny!

    My hair is a huge huge knot and I can't be bothered to deal with it without a proper shower.

    Looked up things to do in Moldova and it's seriously lacking. Hhaha might just go walking :)

    Our resturant had cigarettes in the menu before the dessert section hahah ridiculous.
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  • Day189


    October 9, 2017 in Moldova ⋅ 🌙 8 °C

    Woke up midday but then took 42 minutes in the shower getting rid of my birds nest so we ended up leaving around 1.
    We walked to town which certainly had more people. We were gonna go to the museum but it looked completely dilapidated so we kept walking. There was no where to eat so we just kept walking and walking..
    We walked through their arcul de triumf which was nice and past a statue of Stefan. Don't know who Stefan is but the streets named after him so I assume he is important.
    Some of the buildings were boring but others had such interesting facades.
    We ate the food of our people (McDonalds) - quite honestly it was that or an ice cream from a kiosk..
    We walked past parliament which was very unusual looking - it had a pink tinge- I liked that it said Moldova with the hedge though. There was a pack of 5 stray dogs just chilling on the lawn.
    We walked down the street for maybe 2km just getting a feel for the place then turned around.
    The woman are all beautiful.
    We walked through 2 parks - both lovely- the second one had a great community vibe with enough benches and kiosks. Lots of people in it enjoying the "sunshine"
    We then walked home having seen pretty much everything. I like it. Its a cute little city.

    I like that their traffic lights have countdowns.

    Got home and sat in the kitchen and ended up deciding yo hire a car tomorrow with Liz (Scottish) and Karel (American) because everything there is to see requires one. It's also piss cheap.
    At one point there was discussions on hiring a mazarati for the day for 65€ but we didn't end up going with it.
    We procrastinated for about 2 hours trying to book this damn car but eventually got one. In this time I managed to book flights to Turkey. We are only planning on staying 2 days due to security warnings. To be fair the entire continent has warning so eh. Can't let them win.
    London has more attacked lately lol. We just want to see galipolli. We will then fly to either Serbia or the Ukraine. 👍🏼 still got to book our Romanian hire car though.

    Anywho we then went to the beer house for dinner only the menu was shit so we ended up just having a beer before going to a new place. We jumped on the bus to get there and that was an adventure and totally unnecessary - it was like 1km away. Bloody lazy American ! Hahahah

    This new place was out of their entire menu except pork. (It's a grill house so that's stupid)
    The other 3 bought 2 racks of 8 beers to share amongst them.
    I got really sick though and had an awkward gastronomic attack in the bathroom and vomited in their bin and I exploded the other end. Delightful.
    I have been dropped home and they are all still out.
    Bed time (feeling better now:))
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  • Day190

    Orheiul Vechi

    October 10, 2017 in Moldova ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    So I had suspicions we wouldn't... but we did not wake up on time. Everyone was extremely hung over. Well, except me but I like sleeping so..
    Eventually, after Lizs angry encouragement Karel (sounds like Karl) rebooked the car for 12:30 not 10.
    I was in total hysterics. This guy is a 100% stereotypical american dickhead but when he made the call 30 minutes after we were meant to be there the reason he gave was "due to the bad weather we have postponed put plans"
    It was so so sunny. His speech pattern and accent is exactly like snake from the Simpsons.
    Liz gave us another hour which was enough prep time for me to jump up. I helped by ripping the blanket off karel. We for some unknown reason had asked for a taxi to drive us the 4 blocks.
    By the time we got there because of traffic we were late. It was ok though cause they called and said they would be there at 1.
    We waited but were hungry so went to the restaurant next to the radisson blue hotel which was our pick up point. It was so cheap except the water was $5!!!! Almost the most expensive thing we ordered.
    At 1:30 they were still not there so we called them - they were stuck in traffic apparently - they got there soon after.
    We had to do all our contract signing in the business conference room of the hotel 😂
    Karel was a small douche but we got there. Seriously his stereotype is off the charts.
    I said to Liz outside he is so American and she was like " yes, he is so difficult " 😂
    We got upgraded to "an intimation car"
    America was driver - we drove to Orheiul Vechi but on the way past the most ridiculous prison I have ever seen in my life. It was so dilapidated and abandoned looking we were like "hey how cool would it be to have a look inside" ... until I spotted the man in the watch tower holding a machine gun.
    We are all totally flabbergasted that this is a working prison. I'm sure the guns are a deterrent but if you pushed the walls in an attempt to escape they would probably collapse. This place was so dirty I can't imagine the quality of life in there...

    We made it to a view point- popped out for pictures - jumped back I. And drove to the monastery car park. There was a very vocal Turkey there 🦃

    Walked up the hill and ta da, beautiful scenery and a church. This is suppose to be the big "it" place of Moldova. Not grossly impressed. The nature rather than the church was cool.
    There was a cute dog and some goats I touched which was a highlight.
    A monk rang the bell and I have recently found out also walked in on Will on the loo 😂hahahah
    The church had some weirdo pidgeon whose ass feathers were like peacocks. We think maybe carrier pigeons ? 🤔🤔🤔🤔

    The cool part of the sight was the cave/rock face monastery which we had to walk down stairs to get too. Only one was accessible but when driving to and from you could see lots of different caves. I would have loved to have follows the monk man down further into what I assume is his living chambers.
    Outside on the ledge people had put coins into the holes in the rock face so we did too.
    The view was so nice.

    The boys were keen to keep exploring so off we went towards some river Liz found on the map.
    We drove through so many villages and on the shitties roads we had to drive so slowly on because of the human sized pot holes and rocks.
    In separate villages we saw geese and then turkeys being herded😂
    Our car also got chased by a very angry dog that at first i was so stressed was going to run under the car - nope, just at it; with great aggression and force.

    Finally found this damn river- chatted to some more sheep while there - nothing noteworthy about the river but it did give us a clear view of Transnistria on the other side of the river (unrecognized/recognized country)
    There are so many random Jesus shrines in places no one loves for miles around..

    Idiot Karel ignored directions because he wanted to explore but we all eventual came up with a plan of going to Orhei for dinner.

    The villages remind me very much of the Bulgarian villages.

    Karel parked the car in "Romanian style" i.e. Half way on the footpath then we went to dinner.
    Terrible food lol but sooooo cheap.
    Also, I'm not complaining about the translation difficulties.... I asked for ice cream -1 scoop chocolate 1 scoop strawberry but she brought out a bowl of each which was 3 scoops per flavor woohoo!! Hahaha
    Will drove home for a bit but they swapped back over at the petrol satiation when we filled up.
    It was bloody cold.

    Karel, though so very very American did have some truly terrific one liners throughout the day so despite being so freaking frustrating I'm glad he came.
    I couldn't do a second day with him though - great In small doses.

    We dropped the car off and had another adventure on the bus to get home. 2 cats followed us to the hostel so i fed then some cat food. They were so friendly 😭😍

    Overall we had a great day and pleased we actually did something in Moldova. We paid for half the car which came to $22 👍🏼
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Republic of Moldova, Moldau (Republik Moldau), Moldova, Mɔldova, ሞልዶቫ, Republica de Moldavia, مولدافيا, ܡܘܠܕܘܒܐ, Moldavia, Малдова, Рэспубліка, Молдова, Република, Molidavi, মলদোভিয়া, Moldavija, Moldàvia, ᎼᎵᏙᏩ, Moldavská republika, Молдави, Moldofa, Moldova nutome, Μολδαβία, Moldava Respubliko, مولدوا, Moldawii, Moldavie, Moldaavje, An Mholdóiv, મોલડોવા, Maldoba, מולדובה, मोल्दोवा, Moldawska, Moldavi, Moldáv Köztársaság, Մոլդովա, モルドバ共和国, მოლდოვა, សាធារណរដ្ឋម៉ុលដាវី, ಮೊಲ್ಡೋವಾ, 몰도바, مۆلدۆڤا, Respublica Moldavica, Moldawien, Molodova, Moldavië, ໂມນໂຄວາ, Môldavia, മള്‍ഡോവ, मोल्डोव्हा, Maldova, माल्डोभा, ମାଲଡୋଭା, Moldabya, Mołdawia, Republika, Moldávia, Mulduwa, Moludavi, Republica Moldova, Moldavùii, මොල්ඩෝවාව, Moldavsko, republika, Молдавија, Moldavien, மால்டோவா, మోల్ డోవ, ประเทศมอลโดวา, Molotova, Moldovya, مولدوۋا, Республіка Молдова, مالدووا, Môn-đô-va (Moldova), מאלדאווע, Orílẹ́ède Modofia, 摩尔多瓦, i-Moldova

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