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"Welcome to Moldova" - Cue Santoshi


6 to 13 Apr, 2026 - Bulboaca, Bender, Tiraspol, Chitscani, Old Orhei, Curchi, Soroca, Tipova, Chisinau, Millesti Mici, Comrat - (Moldova, Transnistria, Gagauziya)



Spontaneously, only two or three weeks before flying out, I decided I wanted to be somewhere different for my birthday. A cheap flight from Naples to Chisinau appeared in my searches, and that settled it.

Coincidentally, between booking and flying, the final line-up of entries for 2026 Eurovision was announced. Instantly, we were hooked on the Moldova entry, by Santoshi. So apt for us, and such a great song for Moldova. 12 points from us.

While I took care of flights and car hire, Jo organised the accommodation, and ensured we were going to be somewhere amazing for my actual birhday. It was perfect, especially when coupled with a drive to Transnistria during the day, and a wine tour meal for dinner.


Birthday View
Birthday View
So, here we are, arriving just before my birthday, in Moldova, in a fancy room in a magnificently beautiful winery, Castel Mimi.

Before coming, we had no idea what an amazingly good wine heritage this country has.

This was the view from our room.

Notably, Castel Mimi frequently is ranked in the top 15 most beautiful wineries in the world.


A Well
A Well
Another thing we did not know about Moldovax. The wells. The sheer number of them.

Day 1, walking around, we encountered wells, and wondered if that was just this town, or this area. Wrong. They are prolific through the country. Thousands upon thousands, in towns and villages, along the highways.

The proportion of the population still relying on them, without running water to their homes, is scary. They generally are rated quite low on hygiene scales, being polluted by pesticides and harbouring a host of nasties.

Many are purely functional, but the great majority are decorated, or have themes, showing that at some point, they were respected and prized and valued.


Proof They Are Used
Proof They Are Used
I did not want to intrude, or make this lady uncomfortable. Taking a photo may draw attention to something that, most likely, is a highly undesirable chore, repeated countless times per day.


Castel Mimi Barrels
Castel Mimi Barrels
On the day of my birthday.

A wine tour, followed by a multi course dinner with paired wines.


Birthday Dinner
Birthday Dinner
So, the lump on the noggin. A fall in the street when I stumbled over the uneven footpath. Yes, ouch, and it was a massive golf-ball sized mound.

For our menu, we chose to go with the local specialities. Yes, they were fancied up to suit the splendour of the winery restaurant, but I want to, as much as possible, savour the flavours of the region.


Bender Castle
Bender Castle
16th century Bender Castle occupying the sight of an earlier fortress.

This was our first stop inside Transnistria, an unrecognised breakaway region of Moldova.


Inside Bender Castle
Inside Bender Castle

Tiraspol, Capital of Transnistria
Tiraspol, Capital of Transnistria
A striking juxtaposition. The tank speaks of the cost of war. The church evokes faith, remembrance, and hope.

The state narrative of strength, duty, and military victory. The personal response of loss and mourning.

It felt like a quiet summary of Transnistria itself - where military pride and spiritual devotion stand side by side.


USSR Cantine
USSR Cantine
Styled as a Soviet-era canteen, it's designed to recreate the everyday experience of eating in the Soviet Union. Cafeteria trays, simple dishes, Soviet crockery, propaganda posters, portraits of Soviet leaders, old radios and televisions, and shelves of memorabilia. Inexpensive and traditional.

I expected kitsch for tourists. However, it was largely locals eating in. It felt more like stepping into a preserved slice of everyday Soviet life than into a themed restaurant.


Google Maps did not Tell Us
Google Maps did not Tell Us
If we'd known, we might have gone a different way.

But I'm glad we didn't.

"Jo, are you sure this is right?" I asked as we wound our way down from the road towards the river. I had been expecting, quite naturally, a bridge to take us across.

Instead, a handful of roubles later, the boatman waved us aboard and got us moving. How many roubles, I couldn't say - it was just the change left over from lunch at the USSR Cantine, so I figured it couldn't have been more than a euro or so.

A dog hopped onto the little ferry with us. Before we'd even reached the opposite bank, he leapt ashore, clearing the narrowing gap as the ferry eased alongside, and disappeared into the bushes. As we drove off, there he was again, trotting back just in time to board with the truck waiting to make the return crossing.

We didn't stop smiling for hours.


Noul Neamt Monastery
Noul Neamt Monastery
The monastery had a blip from the 1960's until the collapse of the Soviet Union. While the churches inside were preserved, the function of the majority of buildings was altered to serve as a hospital. Only in 1990 did the monks return.


Brilliant Blue Domes
Brilliant Blue Domes
A wonderful splash of colour in Bender, as we headed out of Transnistria and back to regions less controversial.




Our second base in Moldova was at the top, in Soroca. We had a short-stay apartment right on the river. The beauty of the view to the other side was accented by the knowledge tha this waterway marks the border. The quiet and peaceful fields we looked over to are in the next country, namely Ukraine. With everything going on there, at the moment, it was almost difficult to comprehend that it was so peaceful. Yes, the fighting is hundreds of kilometres away, but it still is a country at war.

Both the north-bound and south-bound journeys were punctuated with side trips. There are a lot of places to visit scattered about the country, but the compact nature of things made them easily accessible from our basic travel route.


15th Century Cave Monastery
15th Century Cave Monastery
The main chapel inside a cave monastery. Hewn into the cliff face high above the river, the original entrance involved trekking along the river, then navigating ancient stairs up to a fairly narrow ledge. An addition from the last century is a corridor cut through the rock, allowing much easier access from the walking trail above.

Walls blackened by centuries of burning candles. Narrow passages lit by only those candles and some natural light from the single window. Ancient monastic cells with not a hint of creature-comfort, and not a smidge of decoration.

There are resident monks. This is a living place of faith meets geology.


On a Ridge in Old Orhei
On a Ridge in Old Orhei
Perched on a ridge, this ancient cross is just above the old cave monastery. A fantastic spot for the breathtaking view.

In the background stands the 20th century St Mary's Church, a true cultural icon for Moldova.


A Monk Heads in to St Marys
A Monk Heads in to St Marys

Curchi, Moldova
Curchi, Moldova
This 19th century cathedral is one of five churches in the monastery of Curchi. The whole complex deteriorated during the soviet era, with frescoes being damaged beyond repair and important pieces of art going missing. The complex was utilised as a hospital focusing on psychiatry and the treatment of drug addiction. The restoration is impeccable, in my opinion, with a genuine feeling of authentic age.


Soroca Fortress
Soroca Fortress
This wonderful perfectly proportioned castle stands as a symbol of Modovan pride. Perfectly circular, on the river facing Ukraine, it was constructed in the 15th century.

Stephen the Great, revered and loved both in his day and now, ordered the defence of this spot. Although his original fort was replaced in the century that followed, he still takes much of the glory for the old defensive structures of Moldova.


Wells Unique by Engineering
Wells Unique by Engineering
So, there is possibly scope for a coffee table book about wells in Moldova. Certainly, there are already on-line albums and blogs.

This one stood out for it's "hanging" design, with the winch suspended above the well, but not connected directly to it.


Wells Unique by Decoration
Wells Unique by Decoration
Continuing on, we came across this beautiful celebration of the stork, a relatively ubiquitous bird across the country.


Wells Unique by Theme
Wells Unique by Theme
This well celebrates the Biblical story when the woman at the well encounters Jesus, and he offers living water that never runs dry.


Wells Unique by Tradition
Wells Unique by Tradition
A well at a picnic spot.


Great Lunch
Great Lunch
This fantastic lunch at a roadside eatery was a highlight meal of our time in Moldova.

So many dumplings and a genuine pair of traditional Moldovan main courses. Washed down with a glass of local brandy.

But the heart of the people running this eatery really shone through. I went on-line to leave a review, which I rarely do, and read some beautiful stories accompanying the 5 star ratings.


Coins and Prayers
Coins and Prayers
Every crack in the soft walls of this cave was occupied, by either a coin, or a slip of paper with a prayer. However, that would not prevent more being added. Being so soft and crumbly, little effort would be needed to create a tiny new spot. The challenge would be to not upset the balance of earlier offerings.


Tipova
Tipova
Looking down from one of the cliff-side monk cells. Not more than 100 metres from the cave monastery of Tipova, along the riverside trail, quite a number of caves have been adapted for habitation. Although no longer used in this way, they were utilised for sleeping and living over many centuries.




Three bases for this trip, with the final stop being in Chisinau, capital. A little bit of randomness thrown our way by the altered schedules enforced by Orthodox Easter, but we took it all in our stride.


MIG 17
MIG 17
In Chisinau, there is a military museum, with some of its most interesting hardware sitting outside. With almost everything in town closed for the Orthodox Easter long weekend, we were pleased that we could at least take in part of this site, despite the museum's closed door.


Easter Sunday - Chisinau Cathedral
Easter Sunday - Chisinau Cathedral
For many hours, the crowds came and went. On the steps, the choir sang. Of course, in this day, it was a multi-media event, with large screens erected for the proceedings. It was a beautiful event to be a part of.


Easter Sunday - Chisinau Cathedral
Easter Sunday - Chisinau Cathedral
Getting in and out of the cathedral did involve negotiating a path between the singers. Maybe this was reason enough for many to just enjoy from outside, as despite the large crowd gathered around the building, the inside felt no more or less busy than it did during the day.


Easter Sunday - Chisinau Cathedral
Easter Sunday - Chisinau Cathedral
Most people were heading to the main door of the church. Here, many priests bustled busily, lighting the candles that were proferred to them by the faithful. I went forward, mainly because I wanted a photo, and a priest noticed me, and my lack of candle. He took one of the "spares" on the table behind him, lit it, and gave it to me, accompanied by a beautiful smile and some words that I did not understand. I thanked him, and we carried it back to our room, where it continued to burn for most of the night. When I woke, during the early hours, and noticed the flickering flame, it was a wonderful prompt to remind me to be thankful for the true meaning of Easter.


Milestii Mici
Milestii Mici
The photo is mainly a reminder of the key figures. It also acts as proof when I tell people 1.5 million bottles, that it is not a mis-remembered figure.


Yes, it Was Cold
Yes, it Was Cold
However, that is only a tiny part of the story. We are in our boots and our heaviest clothes because this was our last day and we were heading to the airport that evening. Since we had bought a fare that only included hand-luggage, the bulkiest clothes were picked aside to be worn at the airport during check-in and boarding. In the end, it was a moot point. We ended up acquiring 4 bottles of wine. We had to fork out for a checked bag to bring our liquid purchases back.


Heading Deep into the Tunnels
Heading Deep into the Tunnels
Being the only English speakers booked for the tour, we had a personalised guiding service. Getting to the interesting parts of the old mine required a ride in a little electric train. The tunnels were made when building stone was cut out in blocks, making the tunnels quite regular, like a town street plan. Accordingly, they were now named, with inspiration from grape varietals. Chardonnay Street, Cabernet Avenue, you get the idea.

We whizzed past scores of huge barrels, most so large you could not imagine another place they could be used. Eventually, we stopped where some gates were opened for us, presenting smaller tunnels. We continued on foot.


Part of the Golden Collection
Part of the Golden Collection
Ideal conditions. Wines lying at 80 metres depth, in bottles covered in dust and mould, in small elegant houses. Constant year round temperatures between 12-14 degrees, 85-95% humidity. Genuine long-lived wine varieties, from 1987. This vintage was produced during Gorbachev's anti alcohol era, although it was bottled in 2000.


19 Bottles from 1973
19 Bottles from 1973
Some of the oldest unsold bottles remaining in the collection. An aromatic dessert wine.


Wandering in the Once-Was-Quarry
Wandering in the Once-Was-Quarry
Note the scoring in the ceiling from the saws that carved the solid rock in to building material.

I feel like the description should talk about an unfathomable number of shelves with countless bottles of wine. However, to receive the Guinness award that was eventually earned, they were once counted. A proper and complete audit by hand, catalouging location, variety and vintage, and exact number of bottles. Let's just settle on a huge number of shelves with lots of bottles on each.


Crossing to Gagauziya
Crossing to Gagauziya
Another political and geographical oddity of Moldova, albeit much more formal and far less contentious than Transnistria.

We filled in the afternoon on our last day in Moldova with a drive to Comrat, the capital. It is a recognised autonomous region, with its own government, with a stronger dependence on Moldova than they would like. The status of the region, and what they are permitted to do, is not set in stone. Constant legal battles ensure the definition is constantly waxing and waning.


Gold Domed Cathedral of Comrat
Gold Domed Cathedral of Comrat
Another building that was abused and misused during the Soviet era, with the books and icons purportedly burnt inside. The cathedral spent a good number of years operating as a museum.


Nesting Stork
Nesting Stork


Guru Rimpoche Flew on a Tigress - We Had to Walk


20 to 22 Sep, 2024 - Paro, Taktshang Goemba, Chele La - (Bhutan)



Kuzuzangpo La. A common greeting, in Dzongka. "Kuzuzangpo" means good health or well-being. Adding "la" at the end shows respect and politeness. We have taken days to master this. Equally useful, and just as much of a mouthful, "Kadrinchey la". Thank you. By day five, we were starting to use the two phrases comfortably, but not always quickly. There was a risk that we would be standing on a doorstep, racking our brains for a minute, only to blurt out "thank you" as we stepped in to a restaurant, smiling at the staff and diners.

As our time in Bhutan nears its end, we head back to Paro, a little west of Thimphu. This is where the airport is located, but it is the most convenient place to stay when visiting Taktshang Goemba, the Tigers Nest. Undoubtedly, the site is what I have been waiting for the most on this trip, and the first photos I saw of this many years ago awoke in me a desire to come to Bhutan. Guru Rimpoche is credited with bringing Bhuddism to Bhutan, and he is said to have flown on a tiger to this site where he battled and defeated a demon. He then stayed in a cave for 3 years, 3 months, 3 weeks, 3 days, and 3 hours. It is now one of Bhutan's most holy places.

Although much of the monastery was destroyed by a devastating fire in 1998, the restoration and rebuild was true and faithful to the original. The king had ordered that it should reproduce as accurately as possible, not just style and building materials, but even using original building methods as possible.


Taktshang Goemba - the Tiger's Nest
Taktshang Goemba - the Tiger's Nest
Perched high above Paro, the climb to this monastery was obviously rewarding.

From this viewpoint, it felt tangibly close. We had ascended for nearly 2 hours, climbing somewhere between 500 and 600 metres.

But, it was not over. To get "from here to there", we had to descend and re-ascend again, adding perhaps another 100 metres of work.

Entry to the monastery is by ticket. The ticket office is at the start of the walk. You don't really want to forget that!


Selfie, Opposite the Tiger's Nest
Selfie, Opposite the Tiger's Nest


Farm Stay Accommodation
Farm Stay Accommodation
Near Paro, we stayed at the "Tsherring Farmhouse".

Our main reason for choosing it was the on-site hot stone baths. But we did want the local experience.

The main building, besides being a temple, had a variety of rooms round the outside. Nothing fancy, but this was our little nook.


Unwinding in Hot Stone Baths
Unwinding in Hot Stone Baths
There are rooms of varying size, with one, two, or more baths. We were in room 5. The baths were ready for us, with herbal sprigs floating in them, and steaming indications of hot water.

We lowered ourselves in, and let the hot water perform its rejuvinating magic. As the water cooled, we would knock on the wooden panels. Moments later, a voice would call from the other side - "Stone?" "Yes please", we'd respond. And within a minute we would feel the thunk of large hot stones being dropped in the water of our baths.

So the ends of our baths stick out through the wall, and are well divided from where we sit, and where the stones are dropped, so as to not risk our feet touching the stones directly.

The stones are piled over a fire, and large metal tongs are used to move them about. Two or three men were servicing the baths, cleaning and preparing, or adding stones.

It was an amazing experience.


Farmhouse Dinner
Farmhouse Dinner
Every ingredient, bar the meat, was from the farm.

The little kitten would not take no for an answer. A lap was her one intention, and discouragement was pointless.


Wind Powered Prayer Wheel
Wind Powered Prayer Wheel
Roadside. It was not even a very windy day, and it had quite a pace.


Bridge at Tamchog Lakhang
Bridge at Tamchog Lakhang
Thangtong Gyalpo, hailing from Tibet, built iron chain bridges through Tibet, Bhutan, and elsewhere in the Himalayas, in the 15th century. He is now known as Lama Chakzampa, or Iron Bridge Lama. The last surviving of the 600 year old bridges in Bhutan was washed away by floods in 2004.

This is a recreation, using a lot of pieces from the original bridge.


Mo' momos?
Mo' momos?
In Paro, we found this little place with 3 or 4 tables, although seemingly doing quite a take away trade as well. Just momos. All sorts of momos.

Here, we have, top to bottom:
- chilli momos;
- tandoori momos;
- crumbed and fried momos (by a name I don't remember); and
- cheese momos.

The kitchen was about 3 square metres. There was one lady seated, just rolling out momo skins to be filled. A chef out back who we could only make out by shape as the shadow darted back and forth. And another two running around to take and fill orders.

It was delightful, and we had food from here twice. The first time, I took takeaway back to the hotel room, and it was so good, we knew our final Bhutan dinner had to be a momo feast.



Man Oman


11 to 15 Jan, 2024 - Salalah, Khasab - (Oman)




Our Oman adventure begins in the city of Salalah, right in the south of Oman. The domestic leg to get here saw us climb out of Muscat quite steeply, banking over the mountain range to the west. Soon after, the peaks and troughs on the landscape below gave way to the vast desolation. Not featureless, though, as the dry watercourses and wadis made interesting shapes and patterns in the rocky plateau.

Our first outing was a drive out the west and north of Salalah. We drove up the switchbacks high above Mughshail beach, before doubling back to stop at the blow holes. The weather today, and tide timing, made them less impressive than their potential, but it was a very pretty spot. We drank amazing ice coffees, and watched a large number of dolphins in the water, not too far from shore.

We left the coastline and went inland to Wadi Dawkah, home of a Frankincense tree grove. I have been intrigued by the possibility of getting up close to these valuable examples of flora since I started reading about this region. In eras past, the ports here were shipping Frankincense out, and bringing spices through from Berbera, Zanzibar, and India.

Oman, From Above
Oman, From Above
Flying from Muscat to Salalah. The dry watercourses that have been forged by torrential flows scar the barren landscape.


Dromedaries Along the Road
Dromedaries Along the Road
Perhaps the greatest threat when driving in Oman. Even on sunny days with good visibility, they can be difficult to spot, and like most animals, can be unpredictable. At night and during poor weather, they are a significant cause of road trauma.


Rugged Coastline, Mugshail
Rugged Coastline, Mugshail
Dramatic cliffs as viewed from the Mugshail Blowholes.


Not Their Usual Setting
Not Their Usual Setting
We don't expect to find camels on the beach, but when the desert meets the sea, I guess it's inevitable.


Frankincense Tree
Frankincense Tree
Wadi Dawkah, a natural reserve to protect an ancient grove of Frankincense. Even the smallest drop of sap, rubbed between one's fingers, emitted a sweet aroma, not dissimilar to a sweet pine-like fragrance.





Second outing, the following day, had us going east from Salalah. A spring, a wadi, an archaelogical site, and a religious tomb.

The religious stop was "Job's Tomb" - a prophet for Christians, Jews, and Muslims. A small building contained the unassuming tomb, which is one of a handful of sites around the world where it is claimed he was buried. The most notable aspect of our visit was that we almost missed it, first following some directions that had us at a spring and pools nearby, which apparently are filled with bathers in the busy months. This disappointing site threw us right off, and detective work was needed to ascertain where we had gone wrong.

Ayn Razat
Ayn Razat
Ayn Razat is a year-round spring near Salalah. A small strip popular with locals, where the water literally gushes from the rocks. The various pools were filled with fish, of many different varieties, while water birds waded around availing themselves of the self-serve buffet.


Wadi Darbat
Wadi Darbat
Looking down to Wadi Darbat. It really felt like looking down at a scene from Africa, especially if the camels had been giraffes. The water level is low, and as it is now a dry season in Oman. Still, the travellers come to see the lake and waterfalls.

The lake inside the wadi is the largest natural lake in Oman. That is not saying a lot, as on world standards, it would be considered tiny.


Small Waterfalls
Small Waterfalls
In the wet season, the water apparently flows over all these rocks, and then further downstream, runs off the plateau. Occasionally, once every ten years of so, that run off becomes a curtain of water.

We were actually surprised to see any water flowing, given how dry every thing is. So this lovely scene was a bonus.


Camel, In Wadi Darbat
Camel, In Wadi Darbat

Khor Rori, Oman
Khor Rori, Oman
Looking down from the ancient remains of Khor Rori. This hilltop town had a harbour below, once a critical stop for trade coming out the Red Sea or from North Africa, heeading across to India. At this stop, traders would take on Frankincense.





A very early flight had us at the other extreme of Oman, in Khasab. Khasab is an Omani exclave, isolated from the rest of the country by UAE. Security seemed tight and it felt like there was a lot of military. This turned out to be for a justifiable cause. The sultan was in town. We did not find out for what purpose - maybe to extend a personal welcome?

View with Sultan's Yacht
View with Sultan's Yacht
We had booked a "king room" at this hotel, and it was actually a small corner suite. We could see the cliffs that come down to the sea on both sides of Khasab, and the complete harbour.

Docked just opposite was the Sultan's yacht. The space between the road and the mooring had 5 or 6 armoured vehicles, Occasional helicopters circled.

I have to confess, I felt odd trying to take photos. The soldiers were all on alert, and I felt that opening curtains from such a prime location might already draw attention. So, opening windows or taking photos might invite a full police tactical unit to visit us.

A little later, walking through town, we came to the main road to find it fully blocked. Soon after, streams of police and military vehicles came, followed by many brand new green four-wheel-drives, followed by a vehicle with the sultan, and then more entourage, and more security. Overhead, helicopters kept a watchful eye on the proceedings. People along the road waved and took photos. We waved and took photos. We got a wave back, too.


Khasab Fort
Khasab Fort
Fort with concise and informative on-site museum. We particularly loved the restored wooden boats in the compound, showing the different styles which had been in use in the area over the last century or so.





Our main reason for coming to Khasab was to do a boat trip, on to the Musandam Fjords. These khors might not be true fjords, but the network of dramatic inlets did make the area feel like Scandinavian coast overtaken by the desert.

Jo, Sultana of Richmond
Jo, Sultana of Richmond
After boarding our wooden dhow, we thought we might be waiting for more passengers. However, we soon pushed off, and it was just the two of us. We could swap from shade to sun, snorkel as long as we wanted, opt in and out of stops (which we did opt in for all), There were drinks and fruit available the whole time, and a lunch fit for a Sultan or Sultana.


A Dolphin, Alongside our Dhow
A Dolphin, Alongside our Dhow
We spotted dolphins at about 5 or 6 locations on our way. When they were near the surface, the captain would put the boat in to high speed and aim towards them. We joined him and the crew member in clapping and whistling. Often, nothing resulted. A few times, the noise and speed of the boat got the dolphins to turn and engage with us. Swimming alongside and darting under the boat to appear again on the other side.

What do they think of us? This most beautiful interaction which they seem to reap no benefit other than play.


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Dolphin Play, Alongside our Boat
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Dolphin Play, Alongside our Boat
The commentary shows just how excited and happy I was.



On a Ridge Between Two Seas
On a Ridge Between Two Seas
One stop involved a walk and a climb up 400+ steps. This beautiful lookout had two different seas on either side. Gulf of Oman, or Oman Sea. Arabian Gulf, or Persian Gulf. A rewarding climb.

Meanwhile, men working on the path, making picnic tables and benches, walls, and steps, did the climb carrying bags of cement. Who knows how many times they climb those steps each day.


View into the Sun, Gulf of Oman
View into the Sun, Gulf of Oman




On the morning of our flight to Muscat, we used a ride sharing app to find a taxi to the airport. I did find it odd that a civilian in this part of the world would be wearing a shirt with any sort of camouflage print. I think security would be very touchy about things like that. So, I assumed he must be military.

Check in at this tiny airport with one flight for the day was slow and tedious. The flight was late, but we didn't know that as we were queued up and still without boarding passes ten minutes before schedule. However, we knew everyone queued were on the same flight, so surely we would get through. Suddenly, I hear my name. "Richard!" A cheerful tone, not threatening. I turn to see a soldier patrolling the terminal with a serious automatic weapon, giving me a cheeky little wave. At first I thought he could not be referring to me, and maybe I misheard. How many local people in Khasab would possibly know me? Then, a moment of recognition - our taxi driver had obviously parked and was now performing his duty.