Have you ever heard of a country that is not a country? Have your expat travels ever taken you to a place called Transnistria? To my shame I must admit I didn’t learn about Transnistria until I lived in Moldova.
Transnistrian teens: Growing up in a country that is not a country.
Having been invited to join a culture, food and wine tour (see more about this here), I had the opportunity to visit the region with a small group of tour operators and travel agents. Transnistria is often called a country that is not a country because officially the region is part of the Republic of Moldova, but the Transnistrians don’t recognize this. They declared their independence in 1990 which resulted in a two-year civil war that ended with a cease fire, but no official country status.
Just the same, Transnistria set up a border where you have to show your passport and fill out a form. The ten of us arrived at said border, filled out forms and handed over our passports which were examined by dour looking uniformed officials of a certain Soviet-looking vintage.
While waiting for the rest of our group to be processed, I noticed one of us was missing.
“Where’s Christina?” I asked another tour mate.
“In the bushes.”
With all the armed men around, none of whom looked filled with loving-kindness, it seemed a bit risky to head for the bushes at a border post (official or not), but I’d spotted no building with signs indicating there were any proper facilities for people with full bladders. Since I was in need of such a place I decided to inquire. I carefully approached one of Transnistria’s finest.
“Twalet?” I asked in my best Russian, which consists of four words (yes, no, thank you, toilet).
He waved at the bushes.
Okay, fine. I took off into the direction he had pointed and noticed hidden in the greenery a ramshackle outhouse affair.
From behind it now appeared our lost tour mate.
“Don’t go in there,” she warned. “Just go behind.”
Needing no further explanation, I heeded her advice. Much as I may feel for the Transnistrians and their plight, I’m thinking they might perhaps have made the entry to their territory a tad more welcoming, but who am I to judge. I’m a foreigner and a guest in their country.
So, why go to Transnistria, you ask?
Brandy! World famous Kvint brandy. Actually, they call it cognac, which they shouldn’t because only the stuff brewed in the Cognac region of France has the legal right to call their brandy Cognac. (See, I know my stuff!)
Okay, there’s a bit more than a brandy factory to see in Transnistria. Such as the ruin of an ancient fort, now being restored, which is interesting for historians and ruin aficionados. Terrible tourist that I am, what I found most interesting in the small museum that is part of the complex, was the present-day locals hanging out there. The museum sports larger-than-life replicas of various soldiers who fought in an assortment of wars, upheavals, conflicts, combats and hostilities in the area. And what was fun was watching a group of giggly college students draping themselves in various sexy poses up against these brave dead men and having their pictures taken by their friends. So I took one as well. Then they talked to us, practicing their English, which was also fun.
One Swedish soldier and three Transnistrian girls.
After cruising the ruins we drove to Tiraspol, the capital. A sort of nostalgia about the old Russian empire hangs over the place and a statue of Lenin still reigns in the center along with other monuments and statues.
Since it was one in the afternoon, and we were all thirsty and starving, it seemed like a good time to hit the bottle. Off we went to the Kvint cognac factory for a tasting. And some food. A good thing, since we were given seven different brandies to sip.
Top left: Seven different brandies. Valuable vintage brews in the cabinets.
I must admit here that brandy and I have never developed a romance. When on occasion I do find myself getting intimate with brandy, it is always an unsatisfactory experience, not smooth at all, but involving a sensation of liquid fire running down my throat and the fear of being poisoned. I intended to approach this brandy degustation as a sort of therapy session to see if there was something to salvage in our relationship.
And yes! I found this session most informative, fascinating and intoxicating. I actually was able to taste the differences and acquired a smidgen of appreciation. So there is hope for brandy and me, and possibly Cognac as well. For further encouragement, Kvint was most generous and gave us all a goody bag with three small bottles of brandy of different ages. So brandy and I can continue our relationship, careful sip by careful sip. You never know where it might lead to.
And how did the day continue? We staggered back on the bus in high spirits, drove across the border that is not a border and south to the beautiful Purcari winery, where we had – what else – a wine tasting. A degustation of ten, I repeat ten, wines. Not just any old village plonk, either. No! We got to sip the wine of kings, queens and tsars. http://www.celestialwineandspirits.com/
Purcari wines. The Queen of England drinks one of these.
We had a lovely dinner, with more fabulous wine. And somehow we managed to find our beds, also provided by Purcari, in beautiful rooms on their lovely estate. Very convenient. After a day of tasting seven brandies and ten wines, you don’t want to have your bed to be too far off. Our livers got a workout that day, but more was waiting for us the next day when we visited two more wineries, but I’m going to have mercy on you and quit this tale here.
Enough is enough.
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Any good wine or brandy stories, anyone? Sure you do! Probably better than mine, so confess!
Very interesting adventure. I am investigating a move to Bosnia. I hope to be as intrepid as you.
Happy Trials.
Alina Trimb
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My family had a tradition of wine-tasting the day after Thanksgiving. I miss that. I can think of a time in China with rice wine…and I had to drink it to be polite. Must think of how to compose it correctly – thanks for the inspiration!
Janet
It is not a country unless they have their own postage stamp.
Transnistria does have its own postage stamps! Can only be uses internally. Transnistria also has its own passport but it cannot be used because it is not recognized anywhere. Very sad, or funny, or tragic. Take your pick!
All very interesting! I do like a wee drop of brandy but can’t remember when I last had it:( Wish I’d been there! Loved the story and teen pics. Still laughing at the one with the soldier!
Very interesting! Transnistria has some beautiful young ladies!
You must have hit the pillow that night, or woken up the next morning with a SERIOUS headache?! Did they provide complimentary Tylenol?? 🙂
Fascinating! And I love that Moldova and Transnistria both sound like fictional countries in Marx Brothers’ movies.
I have to admit I had to look on a map and find out where exactly Moldova was, and Transnistria I’d never even heard of. And then I found out they’re real places with real people living real lives.
I’d forgotten I knew about this place until you wrote about it. English comedian, Michael Palin went there on one of his many televised tours of far flung places. sounds like you had an intoxicating time anyway. Last time we went to a wine tasting, we didn’t come out of it too sober! 🙂
Julia
Hey there, Great post! I like to drink my brandy the way God intended…in Sangria! Hahaha…but really that is true…I love soaking my fruit in brandy for Sangria, though I have never used Brandy from Transnitria because I, too, never knew it existed…Isn’t the world a fascinating place…I love how they have forged on without any recognition…It is the most impressive form I positive thinking I have heard of recently…Good for them and I hope I hope one day, they will be a country WITH recognition…thanks for sharing this! I am going to share this on facebook as I find… Read more »
You are one brave and gutsy woman. You siddled up to the bar, did what you had to do and lived to write about it. Very impressive. Sounds like a very interesting trip (except for the part about Transnistrian toilets…)
I’m like you in that I’ve never cared for Brandy or Cognac, even the expensive stuff. No one seems to drink Brandy in California. I noticed the teens seem to look the same all over the world, or else they try to copy the Lindsay Lohan’s, Britanny Spears, etc.
Hi Karen,
What a great adventure! I can relate somewhat… I became an official whiskey-taster at the Jamieson Distillery in Dublin on my 40th birthday (and don’t particularly like whiskey…but did appreciate the nuances between different varieties). As for discovering countries never heard of, I’d never even heard of Moldova (let alone Transnistria) until I met a flight attendant who was from there. I was living in Dubai at the time and was meeting people from all kinds of peculiar places. I love a post that takes me somewhere I’ve never been.
Thanks!
Anne
Does sitting on a fridge with a friend and finishing a bottle of cognac (the very cheap stuff) mixed with a bottle of Coke count? If so, that’s what I did and a massive hangover later I realised cognac and I are not a good match. If not, forget I said anything!
Who knew?? Thanks for the tour and the insight into Moldova and Transnistria (I think maybe they aren’t recognized yet cause’ it’s too difficult to pronounce their country’s name …..just kidding.-))