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Greetings from Moldova

We’ve just arrived in Chisinau after a fuming bus journey from Odessa in Ukraine. We took extra care to avoid the territory of Transnistria, which covers most of the Ukrainian border. It seems to be locked in some sort of post-Soviet conflict with Moldova and we were advised not to receive any passport stamps there, despite the soothing soundtrack of “Moldavia” by Front 242.

Most people won’t find the capital Chisinau or even Moldova on a map, but people have lived in the region for a very long time and the territory has seen a fair share of inhabitors and invaders. After the ever-present Romans came the Byzantine empire and later the Russians.

But Chisinau is an unexpected gem in the wilderness. Even though Moldova is one of the poorest countries in Europe, the capital has its fair share of impressive buildings and post-Soviet architecture.

Road in Chisinau Good morning Moldova!

2 comments

  • avatar
    Johan
    04 Apr, 2013

    Hade någon frågat mig om Moldavien var på riktigt eller från ett Tintin-album så hade jag nog tvekat en liten stund. Men du lyckades förstås hitta dit :-)

  • avatar
    Reine
    07 Apr, 2013

    Hehe, du tänker nog på Tintins fiktiva Syldavien, som lånat drag från Moldavien. :)

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