Club Hotel Nobil Chisinau

... They told him that we had to go to "central", so we boarded an overcrowded bus, and headed for the 3rd bus station. It is buried in the middle of the market, and buses are parked helter skelter everywhere. I don't think there is such a thing as a "bus station". But, I saw signs in the bus windows advertising Bucharest, so I bought my ticket for a bus to leave shortly, and Andre and I parted company.<br><br>

... s underground wine city. After a 20min drive in a golf buggy with our guide, passing tunnels full of wine barrels large and small, we were dropped off at the ornate entrance of the 'collection' section - rare wines. The prime attraction here is Goering's wine collection (Moldovan troops must have been first on the scene at his house in 1945) which included a bottle of 1902 Evreiesc De Pasti from Jerusalem - apparently the last ...

... with large cupboard and 2,0x2,0m bed and anti allergic mattresses * 14m2<br> &gt; 2nd bedroom modern sofa bed (open 156x210cm), study table cupboard * 8m2 <br> &gt; Pvc double glazed windows<br><br> &gt; connection telephone on 2 places<br> &gt; connection broadband Wireless Internet with modem<br> &gt ...

... wished a sad farewell to Elena. As we are leaving very early tomorrow - it will be impossible for Elena to join us. Adrian and I went back to Ion's house and were faced with a stunning meal of stuffed peppers and vine leaves which had been slowly cooking for about 5 hours. Highlights Beauty of the valley Many good friends in Chisinau One can watch a play in a foreign language and still follow it.

... When the doctor reached into the mother to root out her baby, to produce it perfectly in-tact and squealing seconds later, above mum and tum, in the daylight, I was stupefied. After this I had to take a peak and the mum's face. And her expression was beautiful. **************** My vocational visit followed and we went to visit the design companies of Yury Ambros, Varo Inform and Ambrose Graphics. Yury is a graphic designer and works ...

... what had looked like a fine selection of queue - moving quickly, people walking away with tickets rather than bewildered looks a la counter two - quickly degenerated into a bad one as baba insisted on a ticket for the train to Kiev leaving in 3 minutes. In a country still with a regulation for everything, there is no way that was ever going to happen and she got told so in no uncertain terms. The situation was best summed up when Claude, who had been ...

... poles. Cutting corn with a scythe and stooking it. Gypsies and gypsy houses. The gypsies here are very wealthy and their houses are large and ornate. Our contact that we were travelling with is acquainted with the former gypsy king. He tried to get us in to meet him, but wasn't able to get him on the phone until after we had already left town. We visited a factory in Siroka where they want to ...

... the wad of smaller bills, I pull out a whopping 46lei. The guy looks at it and asks "that's all the lei you have?" in Romanian. I answer him in English "hey, like I said, I'm a teacher." He opens his little rulebook and says "here, 40lei then." Fair enough . . . I stick it in there and get my passport back. The two bozos just spent all that time shaking me down for $3.30. Knock yerself out, boys. Of course, they still reitirate that registration is obligatory and I must stop ...

... you could tell there was some animosity. Lots of boy and old boy racers going past, dogs barking loudly, but it seemed to be acceptable to family eating at the next table. Had lentil soup followed by pizza, I guess was frozen as they couldn't make a mix. Apart from the family everyone seems to be on drugs as acting strangely. 6.5% beer was taking effect so after conversing with waitress, who earned $50 a month, went back to my luxury hotel.

... prevent this new lot usurping our positions. Even the feisty first world lady stepped into line and stopped remonstrating. Anyway let it be said that given my letter of introduction I received permission to enter Moldova and then I had to face the immigration officer - a stone faced battle weary woman who ordered me to report to a police station after three days if I envisaged staying in the country any longer than three days. I virtually saluted and then went ...