Club Hotel Nobil Chisinau
49/1 M.Eminescu Chisinau, 2012, Moldova
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Secret Hostels and Border Guard Bribes
... in it. It was me and 2 Japanese girls that were glued to their computers. I soon found out there was no heat and no hot water. When I went to the bathroom I walked through a minuscule living room that was full of her family. I had to step around father, over Grama (sitting on the floor in her bed) and in front of the wife. Needles to say I changed hostels the next day and even though the next place took me 4 ...
A 21st Century Schizoid
... with a turkish coffee or two and some kind of gooey, pistachioed pastry, wander around a bit, find a shady restaurant al fresco for lunch and eat some sort of seafood dish. Maybe octopus. Seems like they do it well there. Have a few more beers than you really should that early in the day. Walk around a bit more, maybe down by the water or something. Go back to the room and take a nap till it cools off a bit. Wake up again, walk around a bit more. ...
Chisinau (kish i now)
... at the hostel, they kindly shared some cooked meat, bread, cheese and beer with me. We set off to find this hotel where Adam Stinga was playing. When we arrived, it was not what we expected. Adam Stinga was playing at a high profile wedding. A very famous violinist called Marin Stefanet. Daniel spoke to Adam and asked when he was playing. It was during this conversation that we were invited to the wedding! No way! We were ...
Old world charm of Moldova
... I had the key to the room and I took the lift up to the ninth floor. What a surprise when I opened the door.
This is the sort of hotel you would either love or hate. I loved it! The outdated furniture and carpet, vinyl sofas, tacky fittings, lace quilt on the bed, separate shower from the bathroom, black bathroom tiles. Apparently there are two types of rooms in this hotel and I was in the renovated two room suite. I dread to think what the unrenovated rooms ...
Off to the poorest country in Europe?
... city 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.
I was off again! I was really tired from the all-night bus trip, but, oh well.
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