
Leaving the central avtovokzal in Kyiv on Friday, I was kind of expecting this to be a typical sort of Eastern European backpacking experience with the normally cranky border patrol, rude hotel and restaurant staff, and people who couldn’t give a damn whether or not you needed help. Chisinau turned out to be one of the most affordable, friendly, and welcoming places I’ve ever traveled to. Not to mention it is cheap as hell, most importantly the fantastic champagne and home-made wine. Unfortunately, I don’t have any pictures right now. The only person with a working camera on the trip was my friend Ben (five of us studying in Ukraine went all together), and as soon as he sends me pictures, I’ll post them. Above is a generic one from the official site of the Ministry of Culture and Tourism.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve traveled to some great, friendly cities in Eastern Europe, but I was not expecting much from Moldova. This is a small country of between three and four million people, and is considered the poorest country in Europe with a negative population growth estimate. Not to mention they are still dealing with the issue of the breakaway region of Transnistria, which separated from Moldova in a rather bloody battle in 1992 and is a hotbed of clandestine criminal activity due to various reasons. We actually took a bus that passed through Transnistria, and had to deal with the internationally unrecognized border security at about 3am. They, of course, dragged us off the bus once they saw we were foreign/Western, which actually worked out well as we got a bathroom break while they checked through our passports. Surprisingly, a young woman working at the crossing spoke English and politely explained to us that we needed to pay 3 hryvnia ($0.60)to pass. We understood the man before, but we were warned to be careful of using our Russian at the Transnistrian border. In the end, they let us go. Unfortunately, because it was still dark, we weren’t able to see much of the region, and we passed through it quite quickly.
The other disadvantage of crossing through Transnistria is that our passports don’t get stamped with a Moldovan entry stamp. In fact, the crossing from Transnistria into the rest of Moldova was just a guy standing between two temporary gates. He didn’t even check the passports of people who had fallen asleep. This however led to a couple of group members being stopped by Moldovan police in Chisinau who hassled them about not having an entry stamp in their passports, and eventually had to go down to the police station to sort it out. And by sort it out, I mean sit around and occassionally speak to an officer when he felt like it only to argue with him that the fact that they can’t get stamps crossing through Transnistria wasn’t their fault. Luckily between the two, they spoke Russian and Moldovan (Romanian) so eventually, they just let them go (Moldovan or Romanian is the official language of Moldova, but just about everyone speaks Russian and the issue seems less political than it is in Ukraine).
We stayed at the Hotel Zarea not too far from the center. It was only 130 lei each per night, which is ridiculously cheap for a decent hotel. Hostels in Krakow cost more. The women who worked at the desk were really nice. They almost had a heart attack when I walked out of the hotel without a jacket Sunday morning to hit up the market down the street for some juice. “I’m from Buffalo” doesn’t provide a Moldovan with the kind of reassurance that doing ridiculous things in freezing weather is natural to me than it would to an American.
Over Saturday, Sunday and Monday, we enjoyed Chisinau’s finest wine, quiche, champagne, shashlik, and beer. OK, well that’s a lie. Chisinau is kind of a cheap beer, but the rest was great. We ate just about everywhere we went, but we always started the night at the same shashlik restaurant with this kind of traditional decor and menu. I think we essentially depleted their supply of pork shashlik and domashne vino (homemade wine). On Monday, we went there right before catching the bus back to Kyiv, and a traditional Moldovan band came out and played.
Sunday night was actually quite lively in the bars and restaurants. Eventually we made it back to a place we had gone to the night before called Avtobus, where there’s a gutted marshrutka that’s used as a bar and they serve beer in these gumball machines with taps on them. Sunday, however, we managed to make friends with the people we were sharing a table with (often in Eastern Europe, as long as a seat is open at a table, even if there’s another party taking up the rest of the table, you can usually ask and sit with them). They turned out to be a group of students studying to be veterinarians in Chisinau. Absolutely hilarious group of guys. I suddenly felt a little more like I was in Buffalo when the next day, we ran into them on the streets and as we were talking, at least three other people stopped and said hello to all of us.
As we all sat down for drinks, one of them helped my friend Ben to get our return tickets, and another helped my friend Sam to find a decent internet place. The others sat with me and conversed over a beer before everyone came back and we all went to the dorm for a little birthday party where they proceeded to shower us with wine, sweets, and snacks. We even got to do some traditional Moldovan dancing, which despite their protests, is reminiscent of Turkish dancing (the Moldovan national hero is known for having fended off multiple Turkish invasions).
Even the taxi drivers are nice. Monday morning, when I finally had to actually do some business with a colleague of mine from the IOM Mission to Moldova, I took a taxi to where we were meeting, and the driver proceeded to tell me about the lack of patriotism in Moldova. He told me how much he liked living there and had actually lived abroad in Norway for a bit as a translator, but wants to stay in Moldova. He kind of demonized migration, but at the rate Moldova is losing people, I can understand why he’s upset.
Anyway, hopefully within the next cople of days, I can post the pictures from the trip. Chisinau now has a special place in my heart, and if you’re out this way, I would highly recommend stopping in for a visit.