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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


A Remote Trip Across Mangistau


11 Sep to 16 Sep, 2022 - Aktau, Kampasay, Shopak Ata, Torish, Kokala, Sherkala, Airakty, Shetpe, Tuzbair, Beket Ata, Bozzhira, Mount Bokty, Kyzylkup, Shopan Ata - (Kazakhstan)



Our well selected flight from Almaty to Aktau, in the west, was delayed. We did not receive notification of this, but I discovered it when I went to check in. So, instead of a lovely evening flight, we had another shocking middle of the night trip. Checking in, my hand luggage caused a bit of consternation. Three or four times they passed the bag through the scanner. Each time, they asked if there was a pocket knife or similar. No, I replied, knowing that I had put my pocket knife in the main luggage. Eventually, triumphantly, they pulled out a corkscrew from my bag, which I had totally forgotten about. They let me keep it, and reminded me to put it in the checked bags next time, but I am curious how it got through (twice) when we checked in and began this trip in Rome.

We had read a number of times that travelling to the west Kazakh natural sights can be difficult, and almost dangerous, if you don't know where you are going. Unsigned tracks across the steppes, around the farms, and through the camels mean that having a competent and experienced driver is a must. After twenty minutes of our three day trip, we were comfortable we had done the right thing by booking a car and guide.

Day one was the most crowded with stops. The sights were relatively close together, but the total time bouncing around was still significant. We were keen to see both the natural wonders, and the important pilgrimage cave mosques.


Kampasay, Mangistau region of Kazakhstan
Kampasay, Mangistau region of Kazakhstan
A dusty pot-holed track across the steppe appeared to be taking us nowhere. After a while, a rift in the landscape appeared, and afforded us a view of Kampasay. Only just visible in the picture, behind the layered rock formation, there is an oasis.


Graves Near Shokpak Ata
Graves Near Shokpak Ata
Shokpak Ata is a holy site in western Kazakhstan. For about a millennium, faithful have buried loved ones nearby. Some graves date from the 10th and 11th centuries, and newer ones are from the latter 1900s. Since the site is now a protected zone, new burials are no longer allowed. Only in (comparatively) recent years have dates or names been included on graves. So it is clues like style which help age the grave sites. These, we were told, are likely to be 16th or 17th century.


Approach to Shokpak Ata
Approach to Shokpak Ata
Shokpak Ata is a cave mosque, where a Sufi monk lived and taught over 1000 years ago. Shokpak was the name given to him because of his legendary ability to create fire by snapping his fingers. Shokpak is the local word for the sound of two rocks striking a spark.


Etched Wishes and Prayers
Etched Wishes and Prayers
The age of these requests are unknown, scratched in to the walls of Shokpak Ata cave mosque.


Inside Shokpak Ata in west Kazakhstan
Inside Shokpak Ata in west Kazakhstan
The glass at the entrance is a twentieth century addition to protect the cave, but other than that it is just a natural cave which has been enlarged and shaped. Inside, no man made items exist other than a few beautiful hand made carpets.


Rock Ball, Torish
Rock Ball, Torish
We were, of course, curious about the science of these balls, which litter the landscape for a strip of a few hundred metres. The shell fossils everywhere attest that almost the entire region was once the floor of the ocean. At that time, molten lava from an underwater volcanic eruption was broken in to blobs which were rolled around on the seabed as they cooled and hardened. Apparently, here at Torish, west Kazakhstan, is one of only two places where this is known to have happened. Eggs, toirtoises, muffins - these were the descriptors we used when pointing the different rocks out to each other. Only a small number were this spherical, but these "giant's marbles" were the most engaging. Most were cracked, and many were split into parts. Millennia of freezing and heating taking its toll. Some showed layers, like rings on a tree. Others peeled a "shell" off, like a boiled egg.


Jo, for Scale
Jo, for Scale
Here, she is a prop, so you can gauge the size of the Torish rock balls. This one is split quite cleanly, and shows off some of the layering.


Losing Myself in the Madness
Losing Myself in the Madness
Balls, part balls, peeled off layers, and distorted shapes. It all seems to be happening.


Cave Lizards
Cave Lizards
We were shown a cave, with a simple wooden door and a rug. A shelter if conditions should make it necessary to stay put. A score or more of these fat lizards were enjoying the cool conditions inside.


Kokala
Kokala
According to Nur, the rate of erosion here is so high, this entire site may disappear in the next seventy years. No real rock, just layers of coloured soil. Iron rich red layers, and a brown coal seam near the top, and sulphurous gravels in between. This colourful layered mound seems so fragile.


Sherkala, the Lion's Fortress
Sherkala, the Lion's Fortress
In western Kazakhstan, Mangistau, Sherkala rises out of apparent nothingness.


Sherkala, from Another Angle
Sherkala, from Another Angle
From here it resembles a giant yurt. A popular photo spot.


Dramatic Airakty
Dramatic Airakty
With erosion resembling columns, this area was made famous by an exiled Ukrainian artist and poet, Taras Shevchenko. He was sent here in the 1850s after writing some prose that was unflattering to the Russian government of the day.


Camel
Camel
All the camels around here are marked. A letter, a number, or a symbol. By this, all know who owns which camel. We did try some proper shubat, I.e not from a plastic bottle in a supermarket. Shubat is the fermented camel's milk. It was surprisingly good, and quite refreshing.




The next two days became one little subadventure. With a magnificent night camping, one of the best camping experiences we have ever had, as the link of the two days. Fewer sights, and longer times in the car, were rewarded with wonderful vistas and stunning scenery.

Beket Ata cave mosque is a reasonable 20-30 minute walk from the car park at the top of the cliff. Winding our way down the path, we encountered hot and tired families and groups coming back up. Many smiled as we greeted them with one of our three Kazakh words. Invariably, they knew we were not local. Maybe it was our pronunciation, maybe our clothes, maybe our hair and features... Anyway, they just knew, and would frequently try and ask for information about us. Well, all we could really communicate is that we were from Australia. Oh, the smiles we would get, and even got a welcoming embrace from an older gentleman who beamed at us. Then, they would chatter amongst themselves, us not understanding a thing, except the word "Australia", and yes, almost every time, "kangaroo". At this, we would laugh, and they would laugh with us. Our confused looks ensured they knew we had only caught that small gist of the conversation.


Shrine
Shrine
Man Ata. Little seems to be known about the inhabitant of this grave, now a shrine, attributed with being a protector of travellers. He was a Zoroastrian teacher or priest, from before the 10th century, when Islam came to Mangistau. We have no idea what all the scripts are. But the last one had me most intrigued. The majority of vehicles seemed to stop on the way past, with the occupants spending a few minutes in prayer and meditation at Man Ata's grave.


Tuzbair, a West Kazakhstan Salt Flat
Tuzbair, a West Kazakhstan Salt Flat
The land is dotted with depressions, many are quite a bit lower than sea level. Tuzbair is the biggest salt lake here.


It Was Windy
It Was Windy

A Sheltered Picnic Spot
A Sheltered Picnic Spot
A place out of the wind was the number one criterion when choosing where to stop for lunch.


Holy Stick, Beket Ata
Holy Stick, Beket Ata
In the cave mosque of Beket Ata. Three small "rooms" where the Sufi, Beket Ata lived and taught. Pilgrims visit the cave where he is buried, and then come to this area to walk around the holy stick.


Looking Down, Bozzhira
Looking Down, Bozzhira
Bozzhira in Mangistau, Kazakhstan. A multitude of gorgeous view points.


Breathtaking Views Abound
Breathtaking Views Abound
Bozzhira, Kazakhstan


I'm Running Out of Superlatives
I'm Running Out of Superlatives
A few kilometres from our first stop at Bozzhira. We crossed a narrow join from the surrounding plateau to an outcrop where we could absorb the splendour of this formation.


Looking Out from our Campsite
Looking Out from our Campsite
We spent the night on the floor of Bozzhira. A recess in the rockface was deemed an ideal spot for our tents, protected from the blustery gusts that seemed to build the whole afternoon.


Dinner is On
Dinner is On
Chop vegetables; add some chicken; season and spice; screw the lid on tight; heat with the nearest flame throwing device. The driver, Ruston, got this fantastic pressure cooker from Afghanistan.


Sunrise Reaches our Camp
Sunrise Reaches our Camp
Morning in Bozzhira, and while Ruston cooked breakfast we just spent some time appreciating the soft light striking the formations that surrounded us.


Dima, a "Keen" Cyclist
Dima, a "Keen" Cyclist
When we first saw a figure weaving through the rocks and sand and vegetation, I thought it was an animal. Despite a strong confidence in the knowledge that none would be here, I even thought it might be an ostrich. Nur said with confidence that anyone cycling here must be a foreigner, or crazy, likely both. It turned out to be a Kazakh guy, who had been riding four days, with four or five more ahead. He didn't really have a plan, or much of a map for that matter. Just wending and winding through the landscape in search of views. He appreciated greatly our gifts of water and food, and he joined us for dinner and breakfast. He cycled Jordan end to end, and once bought a bike in Amsterdam and rode to Barcelona, frequently being the first Kazakh that many Europeans had met. A toast to our crazy Kazakh Russian friend, Dima.


Mt Bokty
Mt Bokty
As depicted on Kazakhstan's 1000 tenge note.


Tiramisù
Tiramisù
Jo taking in Kyzylkup, in the Kazakh region of Mangistau. For fairly obvious reasons, it is also called Tiramisù.


Pilgrims at Shopan Ata
Pilgrims at Shopan Ata
Shopan Ata is the Sufi attributed with bringing Islam to the Mangistau region of Kazakhstan. Probably around the 10th century, he was teaching from this series of caves. The land near the cave mosque has centuries of burials. The closest spots are the oldest graves, with some of his students being amongst those burials. Further away, more recent cemeteries have sprung up, and burials still do occur out here, miles from everything.