Moldova

A small, almost forgotten country on the edge of the EU. A country torn between East and West. A country on the front lines of the war in Ukraine. A country effectively divided, with a breakaway province. A country that is virtually untouched by tourism. A country that could hardly be more unassuming.

We’re traveling to Moldova – or, as it’s officially known, the Republic of Moldova. From Transnistria, the breakaway region under Russian protectorate, an old, rickety bus – one that would have been taken out of service in Germany decades ago – takes us to the capital, Chișinău. But we plan to visit that only at the end of our tour. For now, Moldovan nature is on the agenda. So we head to the car rental agency, and shortly thereafter we’re sitting in our Dacia heading toward Gagauzia in the south of this small country.

Horse in Moldova

The streets are empty. Oncoming traffic consists mostly of old Dacias or donkey carts, driven by wrinkled seniors with sun-tanned skin. The villages are small. Wild vines grow on the facades and in the front yards of the drab houses. Small fields of beans, cabbages, and root vegetables stretch out behind rickety fences. Skinny horses graze on endless pastures. Flocks of birds fly south across the blue autumn sky, and the water in the lakes and rivers is crystal-clear and fresh. The last harvests are being brought in; the grapes are plump and heavy or are just being picked. Cowherds cross our path and greet us with a joyless nod. The golden October sun shines down on it all, pouring its gentle warmth over the harvested land.

Cows in Moldova
Landscape in Moldova
Skull in Moldova

In the late afternoon, we sit in Comrat, Gagauzia, enjoying a cup of coffee and cinnamon rolls from the local bakery. Gagauzia – an autonomous region within Moldova that tends to be pro-Russian and largely EU-skeptical – boasts vast fields and rolling hills. Sandwiched between Romania and Ukraine, Moldova has no access to the Black Sea.

South of Comrat, we find an idyllic spot for the night by the small lake Lacul Congaz. In the nearby grove, we go in search of firewood and manage to light a warming fire just as night falls. The days in Moldova in early October are golden and mild, while the nights are bitterly cold, with temperatures often dropping to freezing.

Evening in Gagauzia in Moldova
Campfire in Gagauzia in Moldova

The next morning, a curious man from the village within sight wakes us up. He speaks Romanian – the official language of Moldova – and we don’t understand a word. Eventually, he manages to make himself understood through gestures, asking if we’re here to fish. We shake our heads, laugh a little apologetically, and with an equally uncertain smile, the man immediately disappears back toward the village.

We set off southward, toward the point where the three countries – Romania, Moldova, and Ukraine – meet. We then follow a lonely country road along the Romanian border heading north. Fish ponds, wet meadows, and the Pruth River, which forms the border, surround us. In the next town, we stop for a hearty Moldovan lunch: small dumplings in a rich cream sauce. We then follow a gravel road through beautifully landscaped vineyards. Our little Dacia practically floats over the rough road surface, shaking us vigorously.

Old Tractor in Moldova
Old Buchanka in Moldova

It’s already getting dark as we struggle down a rutted dirt road toward a fish pond. A wonderful spot to spend the night. On the other side of the lake, the sparse lights of a single house twinkle. Moldova is a sparsely populated country. A pleasant calm seems to be everywhere.

As we sit comfortably by the campfire after dinner, a man silently emerges from the darkness. Suddenly, he turns on his flashlight and shines it in our faces. A moment of shock! In incomprehensible words, he asks us the same question over and over. Finally, it dawns on us: He, too, wants to know if we’re here to fish. We say no, and with one last critical but by no means unfriendly glance, the man disappears back into the pitch-black darkness. Perplexed but tired, we crawl into the tent and spend the rest of the night undisturbed – though in freezing temperatures.

Evening in Gagauzia in Moldova
Camping in Gagauzia in Moldova

Morning mist swirls over the fish pond. Our tent is covered in frost. We quickly pack everything up and head to the Cricova Winery to warm our cold limbs with a wine tasting. Heads of state and government from around the world, including Angela Merkel and John Kerry, have toured the winery’s miles-long tunnels. Some of the country’s most valuable wines are stored in the vast, branching cellars.

Not far from Cricova lies the historic site of Orheiul Vechi, including its monastery. Perched on a bizarre chain of hills and surrounded by deeply carved valleys, a unique cultural landscape stretches out here. Shaped by the Răut River, the area features archaeological excavations, cave monasteries, ancient settlement ruins, and a small church perched on a mountain ridge. This is perhaps the most beautiful region in Moldova – or even the entire region.

In the evening, we reach the capital, Chișinău. Without taking the time to properly appreciate the city first, we dive straight into the annual and highly significant wine festival. The city center is filled with food stalls, wine tastings from the vineyards, and what feels like the entire population of the capital. It is an astonishingly warm evening. The people are exuberant, dancing and making music, singing traditional songs, and enjoying the product they are all so proud of here: the excellent wine of their small country.

Wine Festival in Chișinău
News from Chișinău
Wine Festival in Chișinău
Wine Festival in Chișinău

The next morning is our last in Moldova. We wander through the tranquil downtown area of Chișinău. In terms of population, the city is about the same size as Frankfurt am Main, but in terms of area, it’s about half the size. We take a guided tour of the city and enjoy the autumn sun with a cup of coffee and Moldovan pastries. The streets are surprisingly empty. Presumably, some people are still in bed, exhausted from yesterday’s wine festival.

Eventually, it’s time to leave. We close the door of our Airbnb behind us – a small apartment in the backyard of a vine-covered house on the edge of downtown – and take a taxi to the airport. We reflect on our brief trip to this small country, which at first glance seems to offer few sights, but whose people take pride in so much. Tradition and wine culture hold a special place here. The people aren’t wealthy, yet they stick together and seem, at the very least, rich in family and friends. It is this special warmth of heart that makes Moldova such an experience.

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