48 hours of hitting on anything that moves
I had never heard of the Moldovan capital up until I tried to book a flight from Bucharest to Kiev three days ago. There is no such thing, so a 14 hour overnight sleeper train with 1 litre of vodka and 3 random new cabin mates through this mismanaged nation seemed like a good idea.
Moldova’s full name includes Republic of, but I’ve decided to not dishonour that once proud word by misusing it any further. Suffice to say, Moldova is about as much a Republic (in the true classical liberal sense) as Nigeria is famous for skinny white ballerina dancers.
Train-ride from hell
Highly motivated by my move toTO READ ON SUBSCRIBE AND BECOME A PATREON.