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  • Day22

    Weinkeller Cricova (Moldawien)

    July 9 in Moldova ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    Nach weiteren 2 Stunden Fahrt über noch schlimmere Straßen und Sträßchen sind wir in Cricova angekommen. Moldawien ist noch viel ärmer und leerer als Rumänien, bei insgesamt 3 Mio Einwohnern kein Wunder. Landschaftlich ein Traum, Weiden, Wälder, Wein und Obstplantagen wohin man auch schaut. An den Strassenrändern findet man alle paar Kilometer wieder überdachte Brunnen mit Trinkwasser frei Haus, jedoch auch für die meisten der Dorfbewohner

    ...in Cricova erst mal im Supermarkt einkaufen, eng, alles auf russisch und rumänisch und noch billiger als Albanien. Wir haben ohne Probleme den gut ausgeschilderten staatlichen Weinkeller gegen 18 Uhr erreicht. Andy hat sofort Juri kennengelernt, der betuchte moldawische, rumänische und ukrainische Touristen mit dem Minibus dorthin fährt. Auch er supernett, konnte ein bisschen deutsch und erzählte uns von moldawischen Eigenheiten und der wohl heftigen Korruption. Wir haben dann noch Karten für die Besichtigungstour mit dem e- Büsschen für den nächsten Morgen um 9.00 Uhr reserviert. Die Nacht durften wir auf dem Parkplatz stehen bleiben...perfekt!

    Heute morgen ging es dann im offenen Minibus von 20 Grad draußen mit rasanter Fahrt in den Weinkeller bei 12 Grad konstanter Temperatur...brrrrr. Schon die Fahrt zu der ersten Station auf 60m Tiefe und der zweiten Station auf 100 Meter Tiefe war gigantisch. Unsere englischsprachige Führerin versorgte uns mit faszinierenden Daten und Fakten. So haben wir schätzungsweise mal gerade 3 km von den 120 km Straßen und Wegen, mit Strassennamen und Verkehrszeichen befahren... in jeder Hinsicht war der Besuch grandios.
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  • Day21

    Moldawien und Kischinau.

    October 13 in Moldova ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    Heute morgen,Samstag in Moldawien eingereist,war schon Chaos pur,sind beide Grenzen direkt hintereinander,Ausreise Rumänien,Einreise Moldawien,Ausreise und Einreise Ukraine,hat mich 20€ gekostet weil ich die grüne Versicherung Karte nur als Kopie habe.Nun aber bin ich in Moldawien,Armut pur,Straßen da würde jeder offroad Fahrer Geld dafür bezahlen,ganz ganz schlimm,gibt keine Kneipen bisher,fast keine Autos aber ganz viel Elend,aber Moldawien ist mit einer der größten Weinanbauer,und was ich bisher sah sehr stark vom Klimawandel betroffen.bin jetzt in der Haupstadt Moldawiens,bin wohl der einzig Tourist,wie überhaupt ist hier absolut außer Klöstern nichts.Davon jedoch viele und alle sehr gut in Schuss,was man vom Rest des Landes nicht sagen kann,aber Kischinau gefällt mir(hab noch nicht allzuviel gesehn) bisher von den Groß Städten fast am besten. Und auch die Menschen sind sehr nett war gerade auf dem Bazar (riesig)Einkauf en und es ist alles richtig billig,werde morgen noch in Moldawien bleiben und mich dann auf den Weg nach Odessa machen,will endlich ans Schwarze Meer.Hier ist dieletzten Tage T—Shirt Wetter,richtig warm,Hanni macht immer noch was sie soll und das klasse,obwohl es gestern bei einem Schlagloch so geknallt hat ,dachte schon jetzt fällt sie auseinander,man kann sich den Straßenzustand glaube ich gar nicht so vorstellen ,aber bei uns der schlechteste Weg überhaupt(fällt kein Vergleich ein)ist hier noch immer eine super Straße,bin hier aber auch gute Straßen ,nicht viel,gefahrenRead more

  • Aug24

    Das unabhängigste Land der Welt

    August 24 in Moldova ⋅ ⛅ 30 °C

    *** The most independent country of the world - For an English version please scroll down ***

    ‚Moldova is the most independent country of the world. Nothing depends on Moldova‘ (kleiner Scherz unseres Stadtführers).

    Ich habe mein Rad bei Constantin im Dorf Rosu geparkt und bin mit dem Bus, so einer typischen Kleinbus-Marschrutka, nach Chisinau (sprich ‚Kischinau’) gereist. Das ärmste Land Europas… die Hauptstadt wirkt dennoch auf den ersten Blick wie eine riesige Shopping Mall. Die Geldautomaten spucken neben Lei oft auch Euro und Dollar aus, haufenweise Wechselstuben - wer Geld übrig hat, tauscht es lieber und legt es sich in Euro unters Kopfkissen, als es in Landeswährung auf dem Konto zu lassen. Laut der nächsten Statistik ist die Republik Moldau zudem das Land mit der drittniedrigsten Touristenquote weltweit, direkt nach Bangladesh und Guinea. Grosse Sehenswürdigkeiten gibt es tatsächlich nicht zu entdecken... Moldawien produziert Wein und Getreide, die Landschaft ist unspektakulär, die Farben sind irgendwie gedämpft, als würde man durch eine Sonnenbrille schauen, die alles ein bisschen beiger macht.

    Busfahren ist natürlich ein Abenteuer für sich. Man wartet an der Strasse an der Stelle, die halt jeder kennt, bis der Bus kommt - Fahrplan hängt gar nicht erst irgendwo aus - und dann Daumen raus. Wichtig ist, wenn der Bus hält, den Betrieb nicht aufzuhalten - also schnell die Tür aufstemmen, dem Fahrer das Ziel zurufen, die Schiebetür mit genügend Schwung wieder zuknallen und - so vorhanden - auf einem freien Sitzplatz niederlassen. Das Geld wird zum Fahrer durchgereicht, das Wechselgeld wandert den Weg von Hand zu Hand zurück, wenn’s sein muss quer durch den ganzen Bus.

    Auf der Fahrt gab‘s ne Rauch- und Pipipause, und ich war zum ersten mal auf einer öffentlichen Toilette bar jeder Privatsphäre... zwei Stehklos nebeneinander ohne Kabinen drumrum, und auch nach draussen gab es keine zu schliessende Tür. Männlein und Weiblein immerhin getrennt... also kollektiv pieseln mit den moldauischen Kopftuchomas. Nach zwei Stunden Rumpelstrasse dennoch erleichternd, etwas Frühstückskaffee wieder loszuwerden.

    Ein Abstecher nach Transnistrien, in die abtrünnige Republik im Osten des Landes, scheint das aufregendste zu sein, was man so unternehmen kann. Hier liege noch ein Hauch des real existierenden Sozialismus in der Luft, so steht‘s zu lesen - der real praktizierte Tourismus gestaltete sich jedoch eher unspektakulär. Nach freundlicher Grenzabfertigung in fließendem Englisch hatte ich meine Aufenthaltsgenehmigung für einen Tag, Zeit genug, um in der Hauptstadt Tiraspol einmal die Paradestrasse voller Banken, Shops und Kaffeeläden abzulaufen und ein bisschen Sowjetarchitektur und das Konterfei des Genossen Lenin zu fotografieren. Eine eigene Währung gibt‘s, die ausserhalb Transnistriens nicht mehr wert ist als Monopoly-Geld, und auf der Rückseite des Fünfers prangt - wohl aus Denkmalmangel - die bekannteste Schnapsfabrik des Landes.

    Ich habe es irgendwie nicht zu einer Meinung geschafft, was den Transnistrien-Konflikt betrifft. Es ist alles kompliziert, Menschen wurden Jahrhundertelang hin- und hergeschoben, um- und angesiedelt, vertrieben, getötet, es wurde eingenommen, abgetreten, Kriege wurden geführt, Grenzen gezogen, Strukturen zerfielen, neue wurden verhandelt, und dazwischen schlagen halt Herzen für irgendeine Heimat.

    Ein Fazit dann wenigstens zu Moldawien als Reiseziel: Es gibt definitiv sehr wenig andere Touristen. Dass es nichts zu sehen gibt muss man halt mögen. Nur für Connaisseure ;-)

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    ‚Moldova is the most independent country of the world. Nothing depends on Moldova‘ (little joke by our city guide).

    I parked my bike at Constantin‘s place in the small village of Rosu and went to the Chisinau by bus, one of these typical mini busses called Marschrutka. The poorest country in Europe... nevertheless its capital resembled a giant shopping mall at first glimpse. The ATMs often provide you with Euro or US Dollars in addition to the local Lei, exchange offices everywhere - whoever has some spare money prefers to keep dollars under the pillow to Lei on a bank account.

    Looking at the statistics Moldova also is the country with the third lowest number of tourists worldwide, runner up to Bangladesh and Guinea. Well, actually there are no big sights in sight... Moldova produces wine and wheat, the landscape is not very spectacular, the colors somehow pale, as if looking through glasses that turn everything a little more beige...

    Taking the bus is an adventure of its own. You wait by the street at the place everyone knows, til the bus arrives. Who cares for timetables. Thumb out. When the bus stops it is important not to slow down operation - so hurry to pull the door open, shout your destination to the driver, slam the door closed again and stumble to a free seat in case you find one. The fare is handed from hand to hand towards the driver, change returned vice versa, through the whole bus if necessary.

    There was a pause to smoke or pee, and for the first time in my life I used a public toilet bare of any privacy. Two ‚french‘ standing loos side by side without any cabin around, not even a door to close the whole room from outdoors. At least men and women separate. So it was collective peeing with the scarf wearing Moldovan grannies. After two hours on bumpy roads it was quite relaxing to get rid of some morning coffee anyhow.

    A detour to Transnistria, the apostate republic in the eastern part of the country, seems to be the most daring thing to do. Still a hint of true socialism in the air, one can read in tour agency leaflets - well, regarding tourism, don‘t expect too much adventure. After a friendly border control in fluent English, I had my one day permit, enough time to wander up and down the parade alley in Transnistrias capital Tiraspol, bursting with bank houses, shops and coffee places, and to take some pictures of the soviet style architecture and the statues of comrade Lenin. Transnistria has its own currency, which outside the country is as worthless as Monopoly money, and on the backside of the fiver you‘ll find, perhaps lacking other monuments, a picture of Transnistrias most famous brandy company, Klint.

    Somehow I cannot come up with my own conclusion regarding the Transnistria conflict. It‘s all complicated, for centuries people got moved back and forth, settled and displaced, forced and killed, wars were won and lost and new frontiers drawn, structures broke down and new once were negotiated, and in between of all of this there are hearts simply longing for a homeland.

    At least some conclusion regarding Moldova as a trip destination: There are definitely very few fellow tourists. Nothing to see is a very special interest. Connaisseures only ;-)
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  • Day33

    Chisinau

    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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  • 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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  • Day1

    Chișinău

    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

    Chisinau

    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

    Chisinau

    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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  • Day6

    Chisinau

    March 23, 2014 in Moldova ⋅ ⛅ 7 °C

    I stayed in a comfortable but homey hotel that was built when Chisinau was an important military center for the USSR's Western area. Called Cosmos, it's at the end of Yuri Gagarin Ave., a major thoroughfare and home to numerous street-sellers who lay their secondhand items down on the sidewalk, hoping to get a little cash. The country is very, very poor.

    The friend I had come to visit here, who was posted by the Peace Corps to a town in the south of Moldova, traveled up to stay at the hotel with me by one of the ubiquitous minivan bus services that run through the town, the countryside, and even into neighboring countries. We visited a couple of her favorite museums and had a wonderful evening meal at a restaurant called Propaganda.
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Municipiul Chişinău, Municipiul Chisinau

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