Up went for a shower, packed, carried the bike downstairs, took picture of the services list which should have been taken down as was all rubbish. To cafe 7 to spend my last Roubles and leave a big tip as they'd been very helpful, in exchanged for a group photograph. Cycled back to Bendery, taking a few illegal photos of the Russian 'peace keepers' and their tanks. Found my road to quiet border crossing by asking ladies at bus stop (I saw them again later as they'd caught the bus with nice waves and smiles) past war (with Moldova in 1992) damaged building. Road turned into dirt track and I was expecting big problems with border guards, so I pulled up smiling by troops and their camouflage tank and got waved on, surprise. Pulled up smiling by border police and got waved on. Was this the border? Cycled to a metal hut and surprised border police quickly put his hat on like he'd been caught of guard. This was the Moldova side and they wanted to see my passport
. Lots of questions and why I still had the Trany permit, but then lots of fun over the places I'd been to. While my passport was taken away asked if I could take some pictures and they said yes which is most strange. Passed the check and onto very rough road and then got lost. 2 young girls who spoke English helped me find my way to the top of a hill where the road was terrible. Used the sun to find a tree lined dirt track so made a decision to go one way as there was nobody about to ask. Saw a car cycled towards it but it turned off. Decided to turn round as the sun was wrong. After a while a truck came past, but ignored my request to stop, but then stopped in the distance to tie down a cover as the truck was vibrating so much from the road. Managed to get to it before it drove off and managed to find I was on the right road. After 17k of dirt track I came to an opportunity to go on a 20k detour along tarmac so took it as I was pretty shook up, not to say the bike. Was heading for Comrat but this affected my plans so asked a few people on the way and they said there was a hotel in Cimislia. Cycled through goose owning areas, where everyone seemed to have a large flock of geese that were all over the place. Arrived at dusk and found girl to ask but she ignored me so I shouted at her then caught her up and she showed me a hotel. Infact that was where she was going. Signed in and they wanted to charge me more than what I'd paid in Chisnau so big argument with girl who'd ignored me. Manager was called and he gave me a bit of bullshit but knocked a bit off the price. Then he wouldn't let me take the bike in the room, so I asked if there was another hotel...no, so I looked very angry as I took all my things out my saddle bags in front of the hotel. Refused to talk to him and paid the bar maid...well old maid. Went to my room and took my clothes off to shower then there was a knock at the door. I opened the door naked and the manager was very embarrassed, asking me to sign a document, with lots of apologies. I felt a little better. Went to another bar in protest through pitch black. Jolly lady recommended turkey and chips...oh well. Went back to hotel for a couple of draught beers and to bed.