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	Create New Topic   My Posts   My forum buddies   Invite friends   Private messages Russian brides > Main Forum > "Moldova for Dummies" Author Post GLTALLTOAD Member send PM   block PM add to buddies Send: 3/1/2005 2:36:03 PM   WTF??? Dale E Member send PM   block PM add to buddies Send: 3/1/2005 2:44:52 PM   Damn Toad, Talking about dummies! Somehow I have just lost a two hour story about my trip to moldova! Even managed to erase the saved story from my documents. Don't understand how this happened! I'll try again tomorrow when I have a couple of spare hours again! GLTALLTOAD Member send PM   block PM add to buddies Send: 3/1/2005 3:27:16 PM   I understand, Dale. We've all done it, lol If you feel too stupid about it, just read any of you know who's nonsensical idiotic poems or comments and you'll realize that you only made an unintentional mistake. toad johninatl Member send PM   block PM add to buddies Send: 3/2/2005 9:07:23 AM   Hey Dale I just returned from Moldova myself, perhaps we could compare stories. I was in Chisinau for a week and had a wonderful time. Liuba and I both feel like we have finally found what we are looking for, what a great feeling. I'm sure I can say there is one less Moldova princess available for the rest of you guys, because this one is all mine. Dale what did you think of the taxi drivers? Well, once you post your story again I tell you mine. I hope your trip was as enjoyable as mine. Talk to you later. John jetmba. Member send PM   block PM add to buddies Send: 3/2/2005 10:32:47 PM   As you (might) know - my fiance is also from Moldova. I spent two weeks there in January/February 2005, and three weeks in April/May 2004. I am also quite intersted to hear of your adventures. Personally, I'm crazy about Moldova - or maybe it was mostly the person I was with. Dale E Member send PM   block PM add to buddies Send: 4/6/2005 1:30:44 PM   My trip to Moldova---- After writing to Eugenia for over 6 months, I decide that I had better go see her before someone else did. I told her that I could come and see her in a matter of a couple of weeks and she was ecstatic to say the least. We decided that the week of Valentine’s day would be the week I would come and she e-mailed me an hour later to say that she had already found a flat for me to rent that was close to her place. I had never flown on a plane before. I was never afraid to fly, maybe though I should be since I machine jet aircraft engine components for a living. On my first flight ever from Cincinnati to NYC, I happened to be seated in the last row of seats. I was chatting with a pilot who sat across the aisle from me. He was going to NYC to fly a plane back to Cincy. He asked me where I was going and I told him to Moldova to see my Russian girlfriend. He started smiling and said that he had just celebrated his third wedding anniversary to his Russian bride. So went spent the two hour flight to NYC talking about Russian women. Everything went fairly smooth for someone who never flew or knew anything about airports. I had a little problem trying to find out what gate I had to find for Chisinau while I was in Rome. They never posted the departure flight on the screens until there was only 45 minutes left to take off. I should have known that it was the gate with all the nice looking women with small children. I guess they were all visiting to maybe show off all the new grandchildren to their parents. Eugenia told me that she thought that I wouldn’t have to go through any metal detectors at Moldova’s customs but she was wrong. I was freaking out because I didn’t declare anything and was trying to sneak in 2 gold and diamond necklaces, a computer, DVD player, 2 cameras, Sony walkman, video game player with 4 games, 2 bottles of expensive perfume, whiskey, and chocolates. There were 5 people working in the customs room and that day they were nailing everyone for everything. They were even trying to charge a woman for her own perfume. The man in front of me had two paintings that were wrapped in brown paper and they grabbed him and were having a field day tearing off the paper. I wouldn’t suggest that anyone try what I did next. I was the next person in line and since all the custom officers were busy, I took it upon myself to check myself in. I placed my luggage on the conveyor to go through x-ray, knowing full well that no one was seated at the machine then. After it passed through, I simply walked through the metal detector and set off very loud alarms complete with red lights flashing. To my surprise, no one even bothered to turn around to look. So I grabbed my luggage and walked past everyone to the exit door. …………. Continued ……….. Dale E Member send PM   block PM add to buddies Send: 4/6/2005 1:31:18 PM   After making my escape past customs and going through the exit door, I was quickly grabbed by my arm from someone to the side of me. I turned and it was my Eugenia with a big smile on her face. I gave her a big kiss and looked deep into her eyes to say the words she longed to hear, “Let’s get the hell out of here now !” Eugenia teaches English and had one of her students waiting for us in the parking lot with his car. We talked for the whole 15 minute ride back to my flat. Eugenia made me feel as though I had known her for years and there was never a minute where I felt the need to get to know her. She was beautiful and we were best friends from the minute we met. I had never felt that comfortable with anyone before. She had reserved a flat for me to stay that was only about a 7 minute walk to her place. The entrances to these flats are all on the back side of the buildings. I was not expecting much as it was going to cost me a whopping $30 a day for rent. It was very gloomy and rather dirty looking at the back alley where the entrance was. Mud, ice, litter, and crows covered the small alleys. Bed sheets and clothes hung from everyone’s rear windows in a sad attempt to dry them on this cold and misty day. The building looked as though it had just been recently bombed and the broken concrete steps led to the entrance door that hung by only one hinge. Just looking around at the leafless trees filled with crows made it feel like something from an Edgar Allen Poe classic. It was so different that I actually liked the place. I had to go 12 flights of steps to the top floor where I found my door that was painted with a girl’s face on it by someone who had nothing better to do with a can of spray paint. Eugenia gave me the key and I opened the door. I couldn’t believe the place. In this nasty looking building sat a jewel of an apartment. The owner had bought all the flats on the top floor and combined them. I had a huge flat with 2 bedrooms, fully equipped kitchen, large living room with TV, big dining room, 2 bathrooms, one which was very big and had a whirlpool tub installed in it, and tastefully decorated recently. I couldn’t have asked for a nicer place. The whole floor was actually larger than my home here. Eugenia was very happy that I was pleased with the place she picked for me. After unpacking, we then walked over to Eugenia’s flat. Quite a bit of difference between our places. She told me that she has lived in her flat for 12 years now and it was hard for me to imagine how. It was very tiny with a very small bath, very small kitchen, and a living room with 2 sofas (beds). That was it, no bedrooms or dining area. It was just her and her 7 year old son, Sasha, who lived there. Day one we decided to go sightseeing downtown and to stop at the stores and malls. The most common way to travel is by something Eugenia called “Maxi-Taxi”. It was nothing more than a full sized van with a school bus door on it. Two single sets of seats ran down the length of the van on the driver’s side. A hand rail was attached to the ceiling down the length of the van on the passenger side. It was for the people who could not sit due to the fact that they pack in people like sardines in these things. Too much time is wasted by paying the driver when you first get on, so they have a system where you hand money up seat to seat until it reaches the driver. He makes change while driving and hands it back. When you first step on the maxi-taxi you had better be prepared to grab a hold of someone or something (preferably the handrail) because he takes off like a bat out of hell before you even have a chance to take two steps. Many times I was sent flying into the crowd of people only to have them raise their arms to break my fall. ….. continued….. Dale E Member send PM   block PM add to buddies Send: 4/6/2005 1:32:03 PM   Day two involved more sightseeing and an interesting trip to the bowling alley. It was called “New York”. It was very “Americanized” with most signs in English and the music being played was nothing but Top 40 hits. The big difference was their idea of bowling. No such thing as bowling etiquette here. Every time I was just about to release the ball, someone would go racing past me on both sides. These people were good at hitting the pins the very instant the pinsetters released their grip on the pins. They would actually throw the ball while the pinsetter was down. The place was packed with gorgeous women in tight pants. That is why I only broke 160 once. :o) Many were too stylish to wear bowling shoes and were doing it in high heels. Your score does not matter from what I could tell. You see, you pay by the hour and not per game so the winner is who ever gets in the most frames in one hour. Monday was Valentine’s Day and Eugenia had a special night planned. Her parents were coming to watch her 7 yr. old son , Sasha. Eugenia had made reservations at a restaurant called “Equator”. We arrived there at six o’clock for dinner and our table was situated on an upper ledge of the restaurant. This ledge was about ten feet wide and went around the perimeter of the restaurant. The main floor was beautiful. It had a blue tiled floor with a water trough ran across the floor like a river. It was covered with glass tile and it swirled around the tables and chairs on the first floor. Next to our table on the second level was another set of steps that almost went to the ceiling. It was a bridge that took you to a dance floor on the top and connected you to the other side of the restaurant. The waiter came and lit the candle and took our orders. I knew the Russian word for “meat” so that is what I ordered. I let Jenia order the champagne since she is a wine lover. Just like in the movies, here came the violin players cranking out the hits at our table. (Moldovan hits) The restaurant was starting to get packed with people. It was filled with old men with young girls.(40 somethings with 25 yr. old girls). Also there was a wedding party going on down on the bottom floor. There was a big stage on the main floor that had a huge rock waterfall along the side of it. The waterfall was illuminated with different colored lights. It was beautiful also. While we were eating and on our second bottle of champagne, the show started down below. A singer came on and his best “Tom Jones” possible. He was followed by the Moldovan dancing girls who dancing to their country’s songs. They were followed by the Ukranian girls in their Heidi- looking uniforms. Then came the girls from Turkey. They were the belly dancers. After shaking their shit on stage for 20 minutes, they finally came into the crowd and one shook it right in my face. It happens every time you order “meat”. :o) The last group to dance were the Romanian Gypsies. Their dancing outfits consisted of almost see-through veils for the top and bottom. All eight girls wore a different color of veil and they knew how to dance. This show lasted for an hour and a half so we ordered a bottle of wine to eat with the “meat”. Finally when we were done eating, Jenia looked at me and said that she thought she should quit drinking now because she doesn’t think it is good to get drunk. She was saying this with very slurred words and slobber dripping from her chin. Also imagine she was trying to say this in English. It was a Kodak moment for sure. :o) Dale E Member send PM   block PM add to buddies Send: 4/6/2005 1:33:01 PM   Ok, I have only done two and a half days and this is turning into a book. Jenia parents made a two hour train trip so that that could meet me and also babysit their grandchild, Sasha. Jenia and her mother both have a big sense of humor and had me laughing all the time. Her father is a very strict ex military man. He is a caring parent and grandfather. He always wore his suit jacket that proudly displays his military medals. Her 7 yr.old son Sasha took to me instantly. He said that he liked me already before he met me because I always made his Mom happy whenever I wrote to her or called. He also liked the fact that I often asked about him and sent my greetings to him. The rest of the time I spent there was going to coffee houses, shopping malls, markets, and long walks through the city. I especially liked the long walks with Jenia. She would not even move until I offered her my arm. She also had me always help her put her jacket on and of course she would stand at a door until I opened it for her. It was very nice to feel like a man again. Every night when we would get back to my flat, we would watch a movie on the portable DVD player I had brought and drink a bottle of $2.40 champagne while watching it. I am not a very romantic type of guy so when I popped the it was something like this. “ How would you and Sasha like to live with me in the US?” She smiled at me and asked if this was a marriage proposal. I said Yes! The next day we spent looking at rings. My Discover card was no good there and I only had about $750 in cash on me. I told her that I could buy a lot better ring here and send it to her but she wanted something now to show everyone that she is engaged. So I told her that since I was leaving the next day, she could have $700 to spend on a ring but she picked out almost the cheapest ring she could find for $480. The diamond (chip) was so small that here it would have been swept up and thrown in the garbage. Now she has a ring to show everyone how cheap a man she has. :o) It has been almost been two moths now and the e-mails and phone calls don’t satisfy the need to see her again. It is just like how everyone says, the waiting is the hardest part. I think Tom Petty said that also. I am going back in July to see her and already counting the days again. It was the best trip of my life and I feel as many others here that have found their woman, I GOT THE BEST ONE !!! GLTALLTOAD Member send PM   block PM add to buddies Send: 4/6/2005 1:52:58 PM   "another one bites the dust.." Congratulations to you, Jenia and Sasha, mate!! toad I guess a good woman is also good to cure fear of flying, lol Aurelius Member send PM   block PM add to buddies Send: 9/12/2006 5:53:24 AM   Im a US citizen living in Germany. I have a Moldovan fiancee and go there regularly )20 times for the past 4 years) and you must know that they have eased these draconiann, comunist-era searches a lot. Now 95 % of the passengers walk right out without searches. Also in Jan 2007 there will be no visa requirements for US citizen any longer...that 60 bucks remaing in your pockets folks! alexander Member send PM   block PM add to buddies Send: 9/13/2006 12:46:10 AM   Well... I feel like moving to Moldova!!! :) Your Reply: Your name:   New Registration Password:   Forgot password?   refresh Code:   Russian brides > Main Forum > "Moldova for Dummies"
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