Jun 102012
 

Hincesti - Chisinau map moldova

Hincesti - Chisinau. Click to enlarge

Those who say Chisinau is a beautiful city are basically lying. Or maybe they have a very strange taste. A central neglected park called Parcul Catedralei, with a couple of churches forming the Nasterea Domnului complex and the City Hall in front of them are the main attractions of the city, followed by the monument to the Memory of the Word War II and the “Doors of Chisinau”, two huge soviet apartment buildings, one in each side of the main entrance of the city that remind an open door. But no one can say it’s not an interesting city. The people are open and talkative, not done to see many foreigners, so they easily come to see what’s happening when they see any of them.

This was what happened when I was in the central park lying calmed after an easy hitchhiking from Hincesti, carried inside a minibus that was taking students to Chisinau city centre. Irina was the most talkative in the bus, a Russian-speaking girl, blonde good-looking and that Russian shabby dressing taste, she had learned Spanish by looking Mexican and Venezuelan telenovelas and wanted to practice a little bit with me. She showed me the place to get down of the bus, and I stayed lying down in Parcul Catedralei waiting for something to happen.

Nasterea Domnului Cathedral complex, Chisinau, Moldova

Posing in front of Nasterea Domnului Cathedral complex

After chatting a little bit with some curious, I left the Parcul Catedralei and I began to walk along the Stefan Cel Mare Avenue, former Lenin Avenue and central axis of the city. I had a paper in my pocket containing the address of my first couchsurfing experience. Before, I tried Hospitality Club with nice results, so I supposed this was not to be different. I headed to a damaged suburb of Chisinau, and stopped in a bar. There were some people looking at a football match of the 2010 World Cup, Spain against somebody else. They got quite surprised when I told them I wanted Spain to lose.

Not without problems, I could find the apartment of my guest in one of those Soviet buildings. It’s quite difficult to find addresses in such system, at least if you are not done to it. Alexandra received me with interest and generosity, and even with a delicious traditional meal consisting in some yellow mass made from (I suppose) corn, with smetana and scrambled egg. She was a 25 years old girl with Russian or Ukrainian origins. She was living with her sister Tatiana, a young eastern beauty, and Tolik, the little nephew, running up and down without stop. That was a very pleasant time there, easy and full of new things, and I could even chat with the cheerful mother, who wanted to made a toast to desire me good luck.

Garlic in the Central Market of Chisinau

Garlic in the Central Market of Chisinau

Next morning, his little sister Tatiana made me a tour through the city. She didn’t spoke many English and my Russian was not a big thing, but we manage to understand each other. She was so happy that the day before she got a new boyfriend, so I could only congratulate her. We went to an old wheel at the top of a nearby hill. Rusty iron and a strange sound transmitting instability made me feel quite uncomfortable, but that was it. We ended the day with the “amazing” sight of the so-called doors of Chisinau.

After a delicious dinner cooked by Alexandra’s mother, consisting in fried zucchini with garlic, two French last-minute couchsurfers came. Some exchange of opinions and the bed. As I was laying down, some strange feeling came to me. What was I doing there? Why? I could be wandering the roads of that amazing country, I could be meeting new picturesque drivers everyday! I should enjoy Moldova a little bit more! I was supposed to stay one more night in the house, but the road was calling me. And the road is my Lord. And nobody can betray his god.

I told Alexandra I was going next day. She put a strange smile, but I calmed her down telling that it was not her fault, that her generosity and kindness had been splendid and I was very thankful to her. Yeah! She was a wonderful guest. But it was the fault of the road.

Next morning, I was in a van heading to the unknown and mysterious lands of the Republic of Transnistria…

The Doors of Chisinau or Chisinau Gates, Chisinau, Moldova

The Doors of Chisinau or Chisinau Gates

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