Hotel Luna Chisinau
4, P. Movila Street Chisinau, Moldova
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Secret Hostels and Border Guard Bribes
... the equivalent of 10 bucks in small notes. Sure enough (just like the guide book said) I was forced to open my wallet and let the border guards choose the notes they wanted. In the end, they took about 8 bucks...I was prepared for 10 so I came out ahead. I was ready for these type of shinaigans so the whole process was pretty amusing.
Bring on the Ukraine....where the police are even more corrupt!
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A 21st Century Schizoid
... next. For the last century the dominant swing has been to the west. Like Peter the Great in 18th century Russia, Gemal Ataturk tried to orient the country towards Europe after WWI and he no doubt succeeded in the western parts of the country. But from what I could gather, the demographics favor the more conservative east-looking population. Where the leadership was once enamored of all things European, they aren't as starstruck anymore. The ...
Moldovian Excursion
... hot water wasn't available until after 8 pm last night and before 8am this morning.
All of our sleep last night was pretty ****, as the doors and walls are literally 2 inches thick. I kid not. Sometime around 1:30 am our floor was inundated by either Ukrainians or Russians. They were so loud until almost 3 am. I went as far as throwing on a sweater to go try to confront, but opted not to as I didn't want to start an ...
Old world charm of Moldova
... the sun, but this pool was as concrete as the hotel where I was staying. Those communists just didn't believe in grass, did they?
Speaking of grass though, this city has an abundance of parks and most of them have free wi-fi. How about that! One of the greatest things about walking around the parks of Chisinau is the chance to sample some of the local kvas from the many carts you see in the city. Kvas is a drink found all over this region and it's made of yeast ...
Chisinau, Moldova - Where is that?
... a few people inside, praying or touching the icons with looks of awe on their faces.
We left the church but with the rain still hammering down, we elected to wait under its awnings for a while. Other people joined us and as we all stood regarding the huge puddles that were forming everywhere, an attractive blond-haired woman wearing a tight pink t-shirt stopped mid distance between us and the bell tower. “Look at her,” I said to Michael. “She’s ...



