Getting to Chisinau, Moldova

I’ve already discovered, checking in, that the capital of Moldova, Chisinau, is pronounced “Kishi-now”. In order to visit Moldova I have to fly from Almaty via Moscow, on Aeroflot. It’s an adequate experience at best. There is no entertainment, or alcohol, the toilet is smelly and there’s a queue half way up the aisle to reach it. The stewardess offers me a choice of chicken or meat. I plump for chicken and am given fish. The woman in front has reclined her chair so far back that my laptop screen is in danger of being crushed - there have been words - and the battery expires anyway, an hour and half from landing.

I’m on the plane with Deborah and Martin from the Golden Eagle train, who are on a very tight connection back to Manchester. They scramble onto the airport bus, at Moscow, but the doors shut in my face. ‘There’s another one coming,’ a passenger behind me says, in a very strong accent. ‘But they’re my friends and I haven’t said good bye’, I reply. ‘This is Russia’ he grunts.

Moscow to Chisinau

I’m now very grumpy. I’ve got to wait four hours for my connection, which takes off at the equivalent of 1.30 a.m. Kazakhstan time. My travel agent cunningly didn’t point this out. There are even lengthier queues for the toilet, in the terminal, and I have to wait so long that the vacant battery charging spots I noted, on my way in, are now all taken. I’m falling asleep and hungry and thirsty and I can’t work out how to use a card in the vending machines. The instructions are in Russian and I don’t have roubles.

The connection is running half an hour late, the plane is packed with miserable, pinched looking and poorly dressed people and it reeks of sweat, beer and farts. There’s turbulence to boot. It’s possibly the worst flight I’ve ever been on.

Three planes land at once, so there are crawling queues at immigration, where the officer doesn't so much as crack a smile. There are more, very long, queues to pay for the car park and then there's an even longer queue to physically get out, as some folk have driven up to the exit barrier and then got out to buy their ticket. It's now 1.30 a.m.- 5.30 in the morning Kazakhstan time. It's even late, using UK time.

I hope the poorest and least visited country in Europe is worth it. It was a last minute addition to my trip, when I realised that I had been to every other country in this continent.

A (Very) Brief History of Moldova

I've struggled to try and follow Moldovan history, as reported on Wikipedia. Perhaps you will have better luck then me. As I understand it, most of the current Moldovan territory was a part of the Principality of Moldavia from the fourteenth century until 1812, when it was ceded to the Russian Empire by the Ottoman Empire and became known as Bessarabia. The conflicts between the Ottoman Empire and Russia for control of Moldova are renowned. Then, it seems to have been in and out of Romania and Russia/Soviet Union for some time. It became a republic, after the dissolution of the Soviet Union, in 1991.

To and From Transnistria, Moldova

My first proper view of Moldova, is the road to and from Transnistria, with my Mafia, three stocky men wearing leather jackets. One guide, called Vladimir, one driver and one driver instructor. As advertised, Moldova has varied terrain including forests, rocky hills and vineyards. It also, unsurprisingly, looks vaguely Romanian, but there is nothing remarkable. Little colour, nothing out of the ordinary, no mountains. There are mosaic factory signs depicting workers waving blow torches and scatterings of soviet style apartment blocks, mostly back from the highway and alternating with more traditional villages and the spires of churches. The road could do with a visit from Tarmac and many of the houses are dilapidated and have corrugated roofs.

Vladimir says that very little is grown here, even though the soil is very good and Moldova is supposedly twelfth on the list of world wine exporters. All the manufacturing industry was either in Transnistria or abandoned after the Soviet collapse. The main sources of income are wheeling and dealing - importing and exporting at a higher price and the EU. (Moldova pleads the threat of Russian incursion.) What is positive about Moldova? I inquire. I’m informed that it has the fastest internet speed and coverage in the world (The Internet says third fastest. I suppose they need it for all the wheeling and dealing,) In addition, I'm told, it had the first Soviet supermarket and the first McDonald’s in the ex-Soviet Union.

Facts and Factoids

  • This,(along with Ukraine), is the poorest country in Europe.
  • It's also the least visited by tourists. It's not very accessible. And there doesn't seem to be much to see. It's great, if you like wine festivals.
  • Moldova is one of the world's largest exporters of walnuts.
  • The national dish is maize porridge - mamaliga. You can even eat it with cottage cheese.

Sampling Placinte

The highlight of the road trip is a stop at a road side café, which makes very acceptable stuffed and coiled flaky pastries known as placinte (I think they might have attempted them on Bake Off recently). Vladimir informs me that they are so famous, folk drive out of the city specially to fetch them. No delivery service here. We sample meat, cheese (with the usual dill) and cherry. They are all good, but the cherry is exceptional. I doggy bag the remains for supper, along with the remainder of the tons of fruit we bought in the Green Market in Tiraspol.

Touring Chisinau

Vladimir (I can’t help thinking of Vlad the Drac or Vlad the Impaler) is keen to give me a tour of Chisinau. I’m so tired I’m zombified, but I can’t pass up the opportunity and there might be more to Chisinau than the internet and observations so far suggest. I’m a little disconcerted, when the car stops and we are deposited on the one main drag. A walking tour then - just me and Vlad. There is supposed to be Soviet-style architecture and a nice park. There is indeed, but not enough to revive me.

The most impressive sight is the huge staggered apartment blocks, at each side of the entrance to the city (see above). These are known as the City Gates and are gargantuan and utilitarian, rather than attractive. There are some very upmarket shops for the residents of the new upmarket apartments, which back onto the main street. One shopping block is named Mall Dova. I like a good pun. I’m not sure if this qualifies.

The Soft Revolution

The guide’s information is more interesting than the buildings. There’s the new parliament house. Vladimir says the old one was burned down in what the government called the ’soft revolution’ in 2009. He wants to know how many people have to die before it’s called a hard revolution. After the revolution, there was a political deadlock, leading to no president for three years. Nicolae Timofti was elected, after 917 days.

There’s a statue or two (Lenin has been removed here) and a church or two. The Moldovan Orthodox Cathedral of Christ's Nativity dates back to 1830. (The high priest stole the gold off the dome according to my guide.) The separate bell tower was destroyed by the Soviets and rebuilt in the 1990s. Next, the mayor’s residence at the City Hall. Both he and the vice president are in jail for corruption I’m told.

The Cathedral Park has a plaza, with a Triumphal Arch, celebrating Russia's nineteenth-century victory over the Ottoman Empire. It's also crammed with beggars. One mother, with two youngsters, waves her finger at the fruit that Vlad is bearing and he allows her children to select some. They are extremely aggressive while choosing, attempting to pull out still more and then run off without a word of thanks. Vlad declares that the important thing is to keep an eye on their hands, as they usually pick your pockets. He says to watch the little ones especially. Stephen the Great Central Park is named for a Moldovan prince who resisted Ottoman rule.

(Back at the ranch, I’ve checked Vlad’s commentary. Whilst generally accurate he seems to have exaggerated about the scale of the inflagration and mixed his politicians up a bit. Certainly, several of them seem to have been involved in siphoning off a billion dollars -about 12% of Moldova’s GDP - a couple of years ago. Most of what’s written about it on the World Wide Web are garbled accounts in very bad English.)

Loving Moldova

Vladimir is scathing about the government, but says he loves his country. He is 32 and the only member of his family who has stayed in Moldova. The others have dispersed around the globe. He is working very hard to keep me engaged, refusing additional money for the tour extension, on the grounds that ‘he likes me’. I’m too tired to walk any more and feel guilty when he is so keen that I should love Moldova, but I have to lie down. Alone. I’m not quite sure what he means by saying, ‘I like you’, but a retreat seems the best option on several counts. Moldova might be the poorest country in Europe. It’s possibly the least scenic. And it’s the last country in Europe. I’ve visited them all now and this is one I won’t be coming back to.

Leaving Moldova

It’s raining, so Chisinau still looks miserable and I’m off home on a Lufthansa Cityline mini-jet via Munich. They have attempted, unsuccessfully, to put my hand luggage in the hold. Not only have I outwitted them, but one passenger, for some reason, has swapped seats with me, so I’m the only person in the two exit rows. The stewardess is very smiley and offers me a choice of chicken or egg. ‘Chicken’ I request. It’s some sort of synthetic spam. On leg two I select egg. I'm given cheese.

In Moldovan, Drum Bun means 'Have A Nice Trip'.

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