Hotel Meridian Chisinau
42 Tighina ul Chisinau, Moldova
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Secret Hostels and Border Guard Bribes
... the name cracked me up since it is becoming common practice in the U.S. for woman to eat their afterbirth. "Uh yeah...I'll take the placenta platter...medium rare......"
Moldava was an interesting place and I would love to explore it further but I was on a deadline for Ukraine to meet my friends. Because of that I only spent 3 days in Chisnau which in my opinion is not enough. I would love to ...
A 21st Century Schizoid
... very modern and very European. I get there in the middle of the day and its hot as the surface of the sun so I figured I'd sack out and go out again when it cooled off. Which I did. And then after I woke up I start walking to the area with the main market and the mosque. The streets go cobbled and get narrow. The smells or grilled lamb and hookah smoke start wafting, the crowds get thicker and everyone is going all directions at once, I turn down ...
Chisinau (kish i now)
... hours, Adam Stinga had finished playing. This meant Daniel was ready to go. After a few pictures with his heroes we walked out. The abuse I dished out for the next ten minutes was not necessary but I was enjoying myself. I kept saying, 'Where are we going? The food is back there! The drink is back there! There are ladies to dance with!'. This was repeated over and over till we found a bar. An empty bar! I was not impressed ...
Old world charm of Moldova
... when ordering meals and I discovered that nearly everyone here is quite proficient in Russian as well.
The next day, after a few travel tips from Maira, I decided to go for a long walk out into the suburbs to a large park with a few lakes. On the way I stopped for some lunch (a local chicken noodle soup with some local beer) and the two things that make me happy in a foreign restaurant happened every time while I was in Chisinau. The meal was ...
Chisinau, Moldova - Where is that?
... day beckoning we left our hotel and stepped into the gloom. Not far was a large statue of a man sat on top of horse. Not knowing who he was, we snapped off a few photos and moved on.
Within minutes it had started to rain but in the distance we could see evidence of a blue church topped off with some striking golden onion domes. “That’ll be a Russian Orthodox Church,” Michael said as we strode through puddles towards it.
Nowhere looks good in the ...


