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  • Chisinau Travel Report Dated Added: Wed Feb 06 2008 Submitted by: Mike11

    I just come back from a couple of days visit to Moldova. Last time I was there was about 10 years ago. There is almost no information available in public domain about escorts in Moldova. Apparently it is illegal. Last time when I was there the local papers where full of ads for escorts but not a single listing anymore. Hotel security staff are at hand to call you a girl at a cost of Euro100/hour (it gets cheaper for longer booking) or you can ask taxi drivers. However this will be purchasing blind and you have no idea what they look like until they turn up.

    Apparently the place to pick up an escort is in many of the disco's. I personally could not be bothered to pay a visit to disco. I booked one girl through the hotel security. She was okay. Mid 30's and a bit common. No kissing, and reluctantly did OWO and made a lot of fake noises. She gave me her direct contact number so I called her the next night and she sent me a younger girl. This girl was 20 years and dresses and made up in a very bizarre way.

    You could tell from a mile she is a hooker. Glad I did not agree to meet her at reception. She was quite cute under all that but quite strange behavior really. No OWO but some kissing. She kept hiding her pussy so I can't see it. I hardly got a glimpse but this made me suspicious and I made sure that I did not come in direct contact with her pussy. She cost Euro100/2 hours. In summary quite miserable really.

    The last night I was there I did not bother looking for an escort. I am sure you can pick up an escort for 50 Euro or less from a club. In my opinion however it is waste of time and money. If there were any descent working girls in Moldova they must have left the country a while back. They are probably in Gulf states keeping busy.
    (Review # 22370)
  • Chisinau Escort Review Dated Added: Tue Sep 05 2006 Submitted by: Anon

    First visit of Moldova this year with a tourist visa. First note that there is a visa charge of about US$ 50.00 and a few controls about your intention before entering the country. I found a fairly cheap but good hotel in Chisinau, old eastern Europe type. As I did not know how to start chasing girls, I had noticed a few movements of nicely dressed blond girls in the lobby despite the presence of a safety agent. The agent made me understand he pretends to have some power on the area a very discreet manner. I tried to ask him a question . Bingo ! He spoke a few words of Spanish. He proposed me a good young girl for 4 hours at Ä 100.00 . The only concession I had to do was to forget about the typical lovely brown girls of Moldova. The lady arrived at my floor abt 1 hr later. She did not have such a lovely face but her hair was very carefully dressed as well as her clothes. She waited for the safety agent who took the cash and came with me. I reproached her one point she smelled like a heavy smoker and she was actually one. Other wise she remained very professional and kinky for 4 hours. She was neither lazy nor trying a diversion to go away (as happens to often in Romania). Only inconveniency: she needed to go on the patio every half hour to smoke a cigarette. As she was about to quit, she asked for money "to pay for her cab". As I fainted to misunderstand she did not insist. She left me after a last kiss and a "foarste bine". On the next day in Balti, I found nothing interesting. Pretty girls in the street but you need to speak either Moldoveni, or Romanian fluently or Russian. There can be good business to do in Chisinau but take into account that the visa fee is for 30 days. So you had better plan your journey and combine call girls with real tourist visits. (Review # 15498)
  • Travel Report Dated Added: Sat Dec 31 2005 Submitted by: Helping The Hobbyist Community

    [This is one of the finest, most detailed and nuanced travel reports I've ever read, and I present it to you with great pleasure. Reading this made me want to go to Moldova, and perhaps it will do the same for you.]

    YOU are in Moldova. Imagine a vast army of Ralph Kramdens outfitted with tiny fedoras. You can't mistake the hat. I call it the Khrushchev Hat. A tiny grey hat, brim turned up all the way around, on a head as fleshy as a sumo wrestler's. Even at close range, you can't imagine how the hat remains on the head. But stay it does as these beefy, nervous, officious denizens of the capital greet you everywhere, offering rides in their taxis, which is to say their personal Ladas and Volgas, since every car in Moldova becomes a taxi for the right price.

    "You are in Moldova!" they say, flinging their arms wide, laughing, twinkling. It's both a blessing and a curse. They say it when the phone doesn't work, when the reservation is misplaced, when the road is closed, when there's a lack of hot water. I'm tempted to compare it to the well-known New York gibe, "Welcome to New York," usually uttered after an out-of-towner has been fleeced or snubbed. But "Welcome to New York" is cynical, whereas "You are in Moldova!" is always flung at you with enormous good cheer. I think it's a way of testing the foreigner. I imagine the Khrushchev Hats conferring privately in Moldavian, saying "Let's make sure he really knows where he is."

    But perhaps I run ahead of you. Perhaps you haven't pondered Moldova lately. Perhaps, during the breakup of the Soviet Union, you failed to notice this little landlocked wedge between Rumania and Ukraine that proclaimed its independence on August 27, 1991, and then promptly fell into endless squabbles about what language should be spoken, what form the government should take, and whether the country should be independent at all. "Civil war" promptly broke out on the east bank of the Dnester River, leading to a more or less permanent state of unrest among 700,000 Ukrainians and Russians who live there, in what is locally called "The Moldovan Left Bank." The Trans-Dnester dissidents -- it's a little premature to call them rebels -- are led by a dramatic gentleman with the unfortunate name of Igor Smirnov.

    Among other things, he's in favor of the permanent presence of Russian troops in Moldova, something that not even the Russians want. He's not the only eccentric with a following. In one of the stranger acts of political self-effacement, one small party decided that Moldovans are too immature to govern themselves and should petition Rumania to annex them. Moldovans, in fact, may be the only people in the world who regard Bucharest as a model of prosperity and cosmopolitanism.

    I'm happy to say that the Rumanian Annexation Movement failed three years ago, mainly because the Moldovans began to realize that Rumania didn't care for them any more than Russia or Ukraine did. This is in spite of the fact that the national language is now Rumanian. But don't tell a Moldovan that. A Moldovan believes that the national language is Moldavian. In a whisper he might admit that for all practical purposes, there is no difference between Moldavian and Rumanian. Why, then, is it called Moldavian, and not Rumanian? Because You Are in Moldova!

    I love the good-natured goofiness of the place. Even the name sounds like something invented for a Marx Brothers comedy, some place where Groucho takes over the government while Chico robs the central bank. The capital is Chisinau, but the Russian minority still calls it Kishinev, a difference in nomenclature frequently puzzling to airline baggage agents ("Uh, I don't seem to find any designation for this airport") and Federal Express clerks ("We've never actually sent a package there, but I'm sure we can do it -- you're certain they answer to both names?"). Yet the name "Moldova" itself --invented by the Soviets because Stalin wanted a piece of Rumania and could only get it by recognizing ancient claims that this was in fact a separate country -- is, strangely, left unchanged.

    The main drag of Chisinau is Stefan the Great Boulevard, named for, alas, a fifteenth-century Rumanian monarch. "But he did many great things for Moldova. He built churches." This is said with less than total conviction by Sergey, a regular at the Bar Crizolit -- one of the very few watering holes in the city, because Moldovans mostly take their vodka at home. As in most of the smaller cities of the former Soviet Union, restaurants and bars are almost exclusively for the use of a shady class of businessmen who very rarely mention what they actually do for a living. The locals are quick to say "Mafia" when they see them congregate in their ill-fitting slick jackets with droopy epaulets. But I suspect many of them are Mafia poseurs, since gangsterism is regarded as a mark of twisted prestige.
    The Moldovan gangster, I am told after the second or third vodka, is principally employed in the business of fencing stolen German cars. The Mercedes and the BMW are the vehicles of choice, and they bring a fat price on the streets of Chisinau. "It is a long drive from Germany, and the roads are bad, and you must pay at each border," Sergey explains, anxious for me to understand that he doesn't cheat his customers, but merely adds a proper surcharge for the difficulties involved. His own vehicle is a Land Rover, which he prefers mainly because of its hugeness.

    For the fourth vodka, we are joined by a good-natured Russian named Rurik and a mournful soul named Mikhail, who explains during the course of the evening that he's a Moldovan who grew up speaking only Russian; now he's in the unfortunate position of having to learn his native language in order to keep his government job. As he speaks, there are sirens outside, and we watch an official motorcade speed by. It's Boris Yeltsin, as we all know by now, because it's the third time today he has brought traffic to a grinding halt.

    "Yeltsin is fat and a drunk," offers Mikhail, "and yet he plays tennis."

    We all ponder this Moldovan proverb for a moment, and each bar patron offers an opinion of Yeltsin. Apparently he was photographed recently wearing white tennis shorts, and the Moldovan populace did not find it propitious.

    "Yes," concludes Rurik, "he is fat and a drunk. He also jogs."

    This appears to settle it, and we move on to the topic most beloved by Moldovan men whenever they congregate -- prostitution, and the varieties thereof. It is the most intriguing result of perestroika, and at the same time a menace to even well-behaved Moldovan women. The mini-skirt, for example, is widely perceived as an invitation to sex, even when worn by the most innocent-seeming university coed. The young bucks with money, roaming the highways in their Range Rovers and Jeeps, will honk at every girl they see, until one of them consents to climb into the vehicle. These girls are not really hookers, but some sort of transaction is tacitly assumed, and the guys expect to "get away with it" because they can afford a Range Rover or a Jeep.

    But the real pros fall into two categories. For foreigners, there are high-priced call girls, "high-priced" being a relative term because the fee never exceeds $100. "And that's for the whole night," says Sergey.

    "Are there many of these girls?" I ask.

    "There are three."

    "Three? Only three? Precisely three?"

    "Yes. Three." And Sergey proceeds to give their names. The other men nod. The names are evidently well known.

    "And are they incredibly beautiful?"

    "No, not so beautiful."

    "Are they very young?"

    "Late twenties. One is almost forty."

    "What makes them the high-priced three?"

    "Their waists are 60."

    A 60-centimeter waist is apparently one of the rarest things in Moldovan womanhood, and therefore highly prized. At the other extreme are the pros who work the local trade on the outskirts of town. "Very fat. Oral sex only. One dollar. It's not so good. And they are Moldovan, not Russian."

    I check Mikhail's reaction to see if he notices this slight insult to his race, but he is unfazed. "This is why Moldovan men prefer Polish hookers," he says with great authority. This appears to settle it. In one conversation we had defined the nature of the dual economy, and proved that it doesn't yet work for the average Moldovan.

    MOLDOVA is an unremarkable country -- no mountains, no coastline, and a horizon that rolls endlessly, monotonously on, a grassy steppe that was once rich Soviet farmland known for its wine, its tobacco, its sunflowers, and its beets. The wine is still there, an excellent red wine that the Moldovans insist on ruining by serving ice cold in tumblers. The tobacco crop is gone, all but wiped out by the omnipresent Marlboro. The beet still reigns supreme. And the sunflower is actually a source of ethnic strife.

    "You ask whether a Russian or Ukrainian can recognize a Moldovan without hearing him speak," says Yuri, a Ward Cleaver sort of Russian in his late forties. "Yes, we can, but only because they are constantly spitting sunflower seeds onto the floors of public places."

    It is two nights later, and I am sitting in Yuri's combination dining room/living room/radio-repair shack on an upper floor of one of those ignoble Soviet-style apartment buildings. We are sharing an enormous casserole that is composed, I learn later, of fish from the Black Sea, huge quantities of mayonnaise, and beets. At some time during the distant past of Moldova, someone wrote a book called The Versatile Beet, and Moldovans heeded the advice.

    They eat beets with everything -- sliced beets, diced beets, beet salads -- but I can't get Yuri to discuss the famous Moldovan beet crop. It is strawberry liqueur he wants to talk about. It is the closing of the liqueur distillery that has all his active attention at the moment.

    "This wild strawberry liqueur," he says, his anger slowly gathering, "was Moldova's finest product. Even better, I think, than Moldovan wine. It was the finest strawberry liqueur in the world. But it could not survive independence. The factory has closed."

    As Yuri speaks, his wife, Elena, serves a dish called "Baby Meat in Barrels," which looks like a sort of ravioli swimming in broth at the bottom of a ceramic pot. Yuri turns up the radio, which is pounding monotonous rave music normally not heard outside of ecstasy-head New York clubs, and pours another flight of vodka. He holds the glass in his hand, deciding on his toast. You're not allowed to pick up your glass until you've made a toast. Not just on the first sip -- on every sip. Given the amount of vodka consumed by the average Moldovan, this requires great imagination in the toasting department.

    "We will toast Gorbachev," says Yuri. "Whatever you think of him, he made it possible for us to be together tonight."

    Later Yuri and I watch a little TV together. We watch Country Music Television, which is piped in courtesy of God knows what deal with which Western media company. "Why do we have this?" Yuri asks me.

    I'm tempted to say Because You Are in Moldova. Instead I say, "It's popular with American Southerners."

    "Southerners?"

    "They spit sunflower seeds."

    He nods gravely.

    Outside we hear the sirens again. Yeltsin's state visit is interminable. "They close the park," says Yuri, "so that Yeltsin can jog. We must be quiet about it. My wife is a Communist."

    Later Elena joins us, and talk turns to the new president elected in December 1996, Petru Lucinschi. Elena likes him because he's an ex-Communist. Yuri thinks all politicians in the Nineties are crooks and gangsters. The truth is, it's not quite polite to talk about politics. Elena politely excuses herself and fixes us some Nescafe.

    "They have ruined many good things in Moldova," says Yuri, "and now they want to eliminate the Russian language. Why would they do this? It is a technical and a scientific language. If you eliminate it, you eliminate your scientists. Science will go on, but without Moldova."

    Yuri worked for twenty years in a factory that manufactured computer parts, but since 1993 he has been forced to seek other work, most recently as a radio and TV repairman. He manages to support his family by taking fees under the table, avoiding the massive taxes he would otherwise be forced to pay. "In America this would be a bad job?" he asks.

    "No. It would be possible to make a living in America with this job."

    He thinks about America. "Many Moldovans have gone to America."

    He sips Nescafe. Something about this obviously bothers him.

    "A man can't choose his native land."

    On my last day in Moldova, I grab a fishburger at the Wam, Chisinau's attempt to duplicate McDonald's. Two television sets offer Ted Turner's Cartoon Network, while loud American music makes it impossible to converse without shouting. Across from me sits Oksana, a dramatic blonde who once worked for Intourist but now represents the National Association for Tourism. She is telling me for the umpteenth time that I should really take a trip to the countryside and see the monasteries, especially the monastery where Stefan the Great is buried.

    I've spent my entire trip avoiding the monasteries. She hands me a colorful tourist brochure that looks as if it was printed in the Fifties, showing the pastoral Moldovan countryside in pale greens and blues. The cover page beckons in three languages. The English reads: "One is taken with a special Moldavian fascination in winter or in summer, in spring or in autumn. You are begin waited for at any season and will be met as a friend."

    "It's very true," I tell her. And I leave for the airport, there to depart in one of Air Moldova's 28-seat Yak 40s.

    If you ever fly Air Moldova, you might be startled to find yourself slowing down halfway through the takeoff. Don't be alarmed. You weren't taking off at all. This is Air Moldova's way of taxiing from one runway to the next at maximum speed.

    Aviation is not one of Moldova's strong points. Somehow, during the re-shuffling when the Soviet Union collapsed, Moldova ended up with an Air Force composed of 27 MiG fighters. The United States was so worried about Moldova selling off its air force that we sent an emissary with a half-billion dollars to buy up as many as possible. Fortunately for world peace, America was able to buy 21 of the 27 for a mere $50 million for a simple reason: most of the MiGs, after six years in the Moldovan air force, would no longer fly.

    But if they were such a threat to international security, I wondered, and if they were available cheap, why buy only 21 of the 27? Why not end the threat forever? The answer, apparently, is that Moldova wants to defend itself with the six that still do fly. The simpler answer, of course, is that you are in Moldova.
    (Review # 13523)
  • Tiraspol ("Transnistria") Street Action Dated Added: Fri Dec 30 2005 Submitted by: Helping The Hobbyist Community

    Forget Cuba. There is only one place left in the world where you can experience Soviet-style communism as it really was: Transnistria.

    It's a rebel republic wedged between the former Soviet states of Moldova and Ukraine, cut off from the Black Sea by a slither of Ukrainian territory. Since it broke away from Moldova after brief but fierce fighting in 1992, time has stood still: Statues of Lenin dominate Transnistria's unrecognised capital, Tiraspol, and its rubber-stamp parliament is still called the Supreme Soviet.

    Tiraspol is populated mainly by Russians who feared that they would become second-class citizens in Moldova which has a slight majority of Romanians. Despite continuing efforts aimed at finding a solution, including autonomy within Moldova, Transnistrians are determined to remain independent.

    But Tiraspol's Soviet façade hides a labyrinth of organized crime and corruption. The president's men are alleged to control most commercial enterprises in the "country" and experts say the Russian mafia uses Tiraspol as its base for transporting cars stolen in the West to Russia and Russian women to the West into prostitution. Meanwhile, most of Transnistria's citizens live in real, existing Soviet-style poverty on an average salary of only USD 80 a month.

    As long as Russia back[s] the breakaway state, and pulls its heels over removing the remnants of an army division and a massive stockpile of arms and ammunition from the area, it seems a communist museum called Transnistria will survive and Lenin will stand proudly on its streets.
    (Review # 13509)
  • Balti Escort Review Dated Added: Fri Dec 30 2005 Submitted by: Helping The Hobbyist Community

    Moldova fights traffic in women for sex - Resident of Europe's poorest nation helps entrap, jail Turkish pimp who enslaved her--info current as of June, 2004

    Balti, Moldova -- Olesea slid a half-dozen photos across the table in her lawyer's sunlit office in this northern Moldovan city.

    One image showed the slim 21-year-old in a cotton tank top and shorts, lounging on a flowery futon. "This was the apartment in Turkey," she said.

    In another photo, she's on a boat in the Mediterranean, iridescent fish flopping in her hands. "I was with a client in this one."

    Olesea, a redhead with a pixie haircut and catlike, sparkling eyes, then stared silently at a photo of Mehmed Cara, the dark-eyed Turkish pimp who forced her into prostitution in his native land.

    "He gave me these photos so I would remember him," she said, her lips squeezing into a thin smile. "I used them to put him behind bars."

    Olesea's quest for justice began when she returned from Turkey five months ago and sought out the Center for the Prevention of Trafficking in Women, a Moldovan nonprofit legal organization, supported by the U.N. Development Program and the U.S. State Department, that was set up three years ago to help victims of trafficking and build community networks to combat it.

    The lawyers at the center's outpost in Balti -- Moldova's second- largest city -- have become Olesea's closest allies. Thanks to their efforts -- and Olesea's courage -- Cara was convicted of trafficking in March and sentenced to 10 years in prison.

    Olesea's case is one of about 50 the center has taken up in Moldova, a tiny agricultural country of about 4 million sandwiched between Romania and Ukraine. Sex traffickers have found fertile ground in Europe's poorest nation, where economic collapse is rampant, the average monthly income a mere $56 and the unemployment rate for women ranges as high as 68 percent.

    Taking advantage of the women's desperate need to make money, the traffickers have since the mid-1990s lured astonishing numbers of Moldovan women and girls -- the number is between 200,000 and 400,000 -- to the Balkans, Russia, Turkey and places farther afield like Dubai.

    The women are usually told they are heading for legitimate paying jobs, then find themselves far from home, without resources and at the mercy of professional criminals who force them to sell their bodies to survive.

    Sociologists say that domestic violence, a major problem in Moldova, is another factor that makes women dangerously vulnerable.

    "These girls are getting beaten at home for free," said one nonprofit worker. "They figure, 'If it happens abroad, at least I'll be getting paid for it.' "

    Moldova had no laws on the books against sex trafficking until 2001, and none mandating minimum prison sentences for traffickers until 2003. Before that, convicted traffickers merely paid fines, then walked free.

    Prosecuting them has proved extremely difficult.

    Some traffickers pay off their victims so they won't testify. But most young women save the traffickers money because they simply won't talk or go to the police -- much less show up in court -- to tell their stories for fear of ruining their reputations and those of their families. The stigma of having worked as a prostitute is enormous.

    "It is difficult to build a case because they keep it all inside," said Olesea's lawyer, Nelly Babcinschi. "They're very damaged. It's hard for a girl to make a statement in court because her lawyer, her trafficker's lawyer, the judge and her parents may all be there."

    The government's top priority in dealing with the issue is not putting traffickers away but raising awareness of the practice so that girls don't get duped into it in the first place.

    Mounting comprehensive educational campaigns warning women not to accept what appear to be innocent job offers abroad is a daunting task in a country where a fifth of the population already has left in search of a better life.

    The road that led Olesea into virtual slavery starts from a bright, grass-colored house set back on a rutted road a mile from the center of Glinjeni, a village of 4,000 outside of Balti. Rainbow-striped rugs cover the floors and walls, and the windows are sealed with duct tape to block out the cold.

    Over lunch, Olesea's mother Maria, 53, described a family life that morphed from comfort to poverty after her husband died of a heart attack 15 years ago. Maria works on a collective farm from May until November but receives no money for her efforts -- only meager amounts of food.

    Last November, she toiled in the fields in the snow, even after her fingernails fell off. "We may get a bucket of flour or a handful," she said. "We don't see money here. We sell a chicken or a pig if we need it."

    Pulling on her faux fur-lined coat and stepping outside later for a walk, Olesea said her sojourn in Turkey was driven by the desire to escape the village's crushing poverty -- "I wanted to be rich. I wanted to buy my mom an apartment in Balti."

    But her job in Balti as a seamstress for a Turkish pajama firm paid just $40 a month, and she found an offer by her landlady to arrange a bartending gig in Turkey too tempting to resist.

    It is a common ploy that reflects the destitution many Moldovans are experiencing. The International Organization for Migration, a nonprofit advocacy group, estimates that half of Moldovan women who have been trafficked know their recruiter personally.

    Telling her mother that she was going to Moscow to work, as many villagers do, Olesea took a minivan to Ukraine and from there boarded a ship to Istanbul. She was met at the dock by Cara, who took her to Fethiye, a popular resort town.

    Olesea shoved her hands in her pocket and braced herself against the wind, lighting a cigarette.

    "I refused to work as a prostitute," she said. "So he beat me and then raped me while a client waited outside in his car. He made me shower, and then I went with the client."

    Cara beat her and slept with her every night after that, and when she attempted to run away after two weeks, she was given the worst beating yet. She returned to Moldova minus one tooth.

    Olesea slept with hundreds of men during her four months in Turkey. She earned her pimp about $25,000: up to 10 clients a day, $25 an hour, seven days a week. When her visa expired in November, Cara sent her back to Moldova with $150 and the menacing promise that he would soon pay her a visit.

    As she passed a squat gray building, she said, "I had an abortion here when I came home," her eyes suddenly as flat as her voice. Her clients almost never used protection, so she had no idea who the father was.

    Olesea promised herself that she would not return to Turkey. Shortly after Cara arrived in January, she secretly contacted the police and arranged an entrapment scheme.

    After sharing a bed with him for three weeks to win his trust, she helped him recruit two local girls who agreed to work as prostitutes in Fethiye.

    As the pimp and the two girls were driving toward Chisinau, Moldova's capital, on January 13, police pulled the car over and arrested him.

    Her testimony in court convicted Cara, and he is now a prisoner in a foreign land where he knows neither the language nor the culture -- precisely the situation he had put Olesea in.

    "If he had been free, he would have killed me," she said at her lawyer's office, recalling the way her pimp had looked at her during the trial. But when she testified, she stared him fearlessly in the eye and finally felt relief.

    "He must have felt the same way I did when I was in Turkey."

    Nonprofits attempting to combat the traffickers, meanwhile, are pouring their resources into grassroots education.

    In Dorotcaia, a riverside village 90 miles east of Glinjeni, 60 teenagers slouched in small wooden chairs in a school auditorium, their attention riveted on a story unfolding on a television onstage.

    In it, a teenage girl named Lilya eagerly travels abroad with a new boyfriend. Then she is locked in a room, beaten and raped, and forced into prostitution. In the end, the distraught young woman jumps off a freeway overpass to her death.

    The movie, "Lilya 4-Ever," is being promoted by the International Organization for Migration and by another nonprofit called La Strada with the help of a $100,000 grant from the U.S. State Department. Officials hope such films will eventually slow the trafficking trade by spurring discussion among policy-makers and teenage girls alike.

    Ana, a college student who was presenting the film, offered basic information about trafficking, then asked: "Are there any other possibilities to make a living other than going abroad?"

    "Yeah," a scruffy boy called out, "become a prostitute here!"

    "Families can't afford to buy food and clothing. They would rather risk dying abroad than die here," said another student.

    A teenage girl who has not seen her mother in a year because she is working abroad to keep the family afloat, concluded, "There is no future in this country."
    (Review # 13508)
  • Kishinev Travel Report Dated Added: Mon Aug 30 2004 Submitted by: lordhudson

    Last month I went to Kishinev for a 10 day assignment.

    Having read the latest reports on Moldova I thought I would have a really bad time – how wrong I was! Guys, the Makler route is open again. All the old rules still apply about having to speak Russian and about it being essential to have a mobile telephone, so Moldova is not for amateurs.

     

    Buy Makler for 13 Lei (this is about one US Dollar, 20 Lei is one British pound) and go to the Express Acquaintance section (picture of two hearts at the top) and then ring around. You don’t even need to stay in a hotel and have all that hassle, just look in an old copy of Lonely Planet and it will tell you how to rent a private apartment for a few days. You must speak Russian - on this trip I did not meet a single working girl who spoke English.

     

    I had a few visits from a girl who markets herself as “The English Lady”. She didn’t speak any English either but she was tall with big boobs and only charged 250 Lei for one hour. Think about that for a moment. She charges £12.50 for one hour. On her second trip I asked her to bring along a friend, so I had an hour with them both for just £25. Un-fucking-believable. By the end of the trip I was asking her to bring along two friends and for this I received a discount, so I had sex with three girls at the same time for one hour and all it cost me was 32 quid!

    Furthermore this girl was totally reliable and never messed me around by being late etc. But that wasn’t everything. I also spoke to other girls and found an agency who quoted 50 dollars for one hour and certainly will not negotiate. Eventually I tired of shagging three girls at a time and looked for new pastures.

     

    So I rang the expensive agency and three girls turned up an hour and a half later. I picked the best looking one. I paid 50 bucks and had an hour of great sex. Then the girl gave me her mobile phone number and promised two hours next time if I phoned her direct. She also asked me for an exact description of my ideal girl. When I told her, she said she had a friend who fitted the description exactly and would I like to meet her?

    So the next night I had sex with my ideal, dream girl. What she said had turned out to be true! For Moldova this is quite a big deal! So in conclusion, I would recommend a trip to Kishinev for Russian speaking punters. The crime level is high, but any experienced traveller will know how to circumvent this threat. Go and have that threesome and foursome before you’re too old!

    (Review # 10008)
  • Chisinau Travel Report Dated Added: Fri Jun 04 2004 Submitted by: Paul

    Hello gentlemen Good news from Chisinau – the Makler route is open again! This means that you can telephone a girl and she will come to your apartment and have an hour’s sex with you for just 20 US Dollars. Let me explain how I found out: - My boss forced me to go to Chisinau recently and being a regular reader of wsg I thought the whole trip would be a nightmare. I followed some instructions about going to a sauna, and basically, discovered that the chaps who work in the sauna were using Makler to telephone girls.

    I then went out and invested 15 pence in my copy of Makler. Once again, it’s essential to speak Russian as not a single girl who I met spoke English. The actual price in local currency is either 250 or 300 Lei with one British pound being 20 Lei. As ever, the price bears no relation to quality. Remember to look in the section called Express Acquaintances and when you telephone, say that you want sex early on, because I found that some adverts are not for ladies of the night and they will put the telephone down. I was lucky enough to find a very attractive girl on my second day who only charged 250 Lei. On her next visit to me I asked her to bring a friend, so I had an hour-long session with two girls all for 25 quid. On my final day I tried an agency which charged 50 dollars an hour and would not negotiate. Remember, the rule is that price bears no relation to quality, but I was intrigued, so gave them a go. Three girls turned up an hour later, all reasonable, but none were stunners. I picked the blond with the biggest boobs and had an OK time – yes I would call her again. So gentlemen, Chisinau is the place to be, although a visa will cost you 65 dollars. Have fun!
    (Review # 9242)
  • Kishinev/Chisinau Travel Report Dated Added: Submitted by: Cowboyman

    Hello, I'm the guy who posted the report last year about Chisinau(Kishinev) being "One of the best places I've ever visited for having sex". Well, I've just been there again and my conclusion, one year later, is that it is now definitely NOT one of the best places to get laid. In fact the rot set in just one week after I left last year.

    The communist government (they're not really communists - the crooked criminal party would be a more apt title) has clamped down on overt sex. Now it has been forced underground, with more pimps, more unreliability and higher prices. As a foreigner with little time and contacts, you can get laid for 25 dollars an hour if you know what to do.

    This is what you have to do:
    Go to any sauna (preferably after 6pm) and say you want a girl. Remember, speaking russian or romanian is pretty much essential. If you don't, then find a friendly taxi driver who can take you around and "represent" you when you both walk in. That way all you have to do is hang around and look hard. (Pay him between 4 and 8 dollars, depending on how much time he spends helping you.) Eventually (up to one hour later) a pimp will bring you up to three girls to choose from. You can either have them at the sauna or take them someplace else. The sauna option is a one hour minimum, but you have to pay the sauna fee of a few bucks. The private option involves a two hour minimum, and naturally you need someplace to take them.

    The sauna I recommend using is called "Fitness Center" on Michai Eminescu Street, perpendicular to the main drag. This is pretty central in Chisinau. It is almost opposite a restaurant called La Bunel, which I also recommend for very good value food. I went there several times and each time gave the girl my phone number, saying that I would more than make it worth her while if she rang me direct next time. Each and every time the girl readily agreed to this, and each and every time they never rang me. Very strange, not like last year. It is therefore essential to get their number and then to call them, but remember none of them will speak English.

    The girls I met were all between the ages of 18 and 24. Some were students, but most were just ordinary locals, struggling to earn a living. In Moldova a well paid civil servant might get 60 dollars a month, but they would have zero disposable income after buying food etc. This is why when you walk past trendy outdoor cafes nobody except foreigners are eating and the locals make one drink last the whole evening (that's if they bother to order one).

    Last February a strip joint opened in Kishinev called Caligula, which is upstairs from the SoHo disco, next to the Cosmos Hotel. I went there twice with the intention of meeting the dancers in order to arrange private liasons. The results were good at first, in that I arranged to see two separate girls later, but then bad when they refused to do anything except sit in a cafe and have a drink with me. One actually said that it would be dishonest of her to engage in anything with me. (If you're thinking of going there, it will be closed during August 2003 for a refurb.)

    As others have already said, the Makler route has been closed. The lonely hearts section is now a genuine lonely hearts section and as soon as they realize you are a foreigner they hang up on you. There are one or two street walkers around, but you've got to be careful. Girls will hang around waiting for buses, sometimes for quite a long time. On two separate occasions I propositioned girls who I thought were on the game, but on each occasion nearly got a slap in the face! Well, at least I saw the funny side of it!

    The last option is hotel hookers. I went to the roof-top bar of the Hotel National and was propositioned by a load of ugly prostitutes. The price was 100 bucks for all nighter, down to a minimum charge of 50 for an hour or so.

    Two things here: Firstly, I didn't believe for one moment that an all nighter would really be an all nighter and, more importantly, heck man, they were ugly! I would glady have gone without, rather than paying to screw any of them.

    I also tried going to a couple of Casinos with the intention of finding someone shallow enough to be impressed with a pile of chips. The result was again zero (but at least I won 100 bucks). If you're thinking of going to Chisinau, here's my honest advice. Go to Prague instead. (Review # 7618)

  • Kishinev/Chisinau Travel Report Dated Added: Wed Aug 27 2003 Submitted by: Cowboyman

    Hello, I'm the guy who posted the report last year about Chisinau(Kishinev) being "One of the best places I've ever visited for having sex".

    Well I've just been there again and my conclusion, one year later, is that it is now definitely NOT one of the best places to get laid. In fact the rot set in just one week after I left last year. The communist government (they're not really communists - the crooked criminal party would be a more apt title) has clamped down on overt sex. Now it has been forced underground, with more pimps, more unreliability and higher prices. As a foreigner with little time and contacts, you can get laid for 25 dollars an hour if you know what to do.

    This is what you have to do:

    Go to any sauna (preferably after 6pm) and say you want a girl. Remember, speaking russian or romanian is pretty much essential. If you don't, then find a friendly taxi driver who can take you around and "represent" you when you both walk in. That way all you have to do is hang around and look hard. (Pay him between 4 and 8 dollars, depending on how much time he spends helping you.) Eventually (up to one hour later) a pimp will bring you up to three girls to choose from. You can either have them at the sauna or take them someplace else. The sauna option is a one hour minimum, but you have to pay the sauna fee of a few bucks. The private option involves a two hour minimum, and naturally you need someplace to take them.

    The sauna I recommend using is called "Fitness Center" on Michai Eminescu Street, perpendicular to the main drag. This is pretty central in Chisinau. It is almost opposite a restaurant called La Bunel, which I also recommend for very good value food.

    I went there several times and each time gave the girl my phone number, saying that I would more than make it worth her while if she rang me direct next time. Each and every time the girl readily agreed to this, and each and every time they never rang me. Very strange, not like last year. It is therefore essential to get their number and then to call them, but remember none of them will speak English.

    The girls I met were all between the ages of 18 and 24. Some were students, but most were just ordinary locals, struggling to earn a living. In Moldova a well paid civil servant might get 60 dollars a month, but they would have zero disposable income after buying food etc. This is why when you walk past trendy outdoor cafes nobody except foreigners are eating and the locals make one drink last the whole evening (that's if they bother to order one).

    Last February a strip joint opened in Kishinev called Caligula, which is upstairs from the SoHo disco, next to the Cosmos Hotel. I went there twice with the intention of meeting the dancers in order to arrange private liasons. The results were good at first, in that I arranged to see two separate girls later, but then bad when they refused to do anything except sit in a cafe and have a drink with me. One actually said that it would be dishonest of her to engage in anything with me. (If you're thinking of going there, it will be closed during August 2003 for a refurb.)

    As others have already said, the Makler route has been closed. The lonely hearts section is now a genuine lonely hearts section and as soon as they realize you are a foreigner they hang up on you.

    There are one or two street walkers around, but you've got to be careful. Girls will hang around waiting for buses, sometimes for quite a long time. On two separate occasions I propositioned girls who I thought were on the game, but on each occasion nearly got a slap in the face! Well, at least I saw the funny side of it!

    The last option is hotel hookers. I went to the roof-top bar of the Hotel National and was propositioned by a load of ugly prostitutes. The price was 100 bucks for all nighter, down to a minimum charge of 50 for any hour or so. Two things here: Firstly, I didn't believe for one moment that an all nighter would really be an all nighter and, more importantly, heck man, they were ugly! I would glady have gone without rather than had to pay to screw any of them.

    I also tried going to a couple of Casinos with the intention of finding someone shallow enough to be impressed with a pile of chips. The result was again zero (but at least I won 100 bucks).

    If you're thinking of going to Chisinau, here's my honest advice. Go to Prague instead. (Review # 7415)

  • Chisinau Travel Report Dated Added: Tue Apr 15 2003 Submitted by:

    Hi guys,~~I've just returned from Chisinau and I totally agree with latest reviews. It was the first time I was there, but judging from previous reviews I can say the situation worsened a lot. In the Makler you only find ads from serious women who want to marry, the nightclubs are horrible and with few people, even taxi drivers when asked where one can find girls at night don't reply.

    ~~~~To make things worse, prices are higher and a decent meal in a decent restaurant won't cost less than EUR 25,00 ~~Many police around, but they don't seem interested in foreigners, luckily.~~The next time I'll go in other countries.~~Fabio from Italy~~ (Review # 7092)

  • Chisinau Escort Review Dated Added: Tue Nov 26 2002 Submitted by:

    Guys, it looks like the Makler route is closed. Based on the previous posts, I picked up a copy and found the section on express acquaintance. I speak Russian, so this was no problem for me. I called all the numbers in the section, but they were just marriage agencies or genuine personal ads, and they hung up when I mentioned escort services. I also checked out the personal ads in Makler, but none of them were fronts for escort services.~~

    ~~I ended up not getting any while I was there. I could have gone into any hotel in the city and gotten a girl for $100 (as you can in any city in the former Soviet Union), but since I was in Moldova I had hoped to economize. No such luck. I'll let you know if I find out anything the next time I'm there. (Review # 6468)

  • Chisinau Escort Review Dated Added: Mon Oct 14 2002 Submitted by: Tiger

    Hi, I just came back from Moldova, the whole trip is a nightmare! I got some reviews from this web site said that Moldova is a place to find cheap sex, so I gave it a try, the first day I tried to call the escort agencies, I got nothing; I do not know Russian, a number I got from a report in this site~~did not work, no answer at all, I called ten times,~~I tried other numbers, but they do not speak English, so I have to look for some people who speak~~English to help me, yes, I have to pay them.~~

    ~~~~The prices are not as low as the review said, some~~ask for 25 USD/hour plus taxi fee, some prices are very high, 50-100/hour plus taxi, and you have to ~~buy at least 2 hour. I called one ask for 20 USD,~~then waited for 2 hours, she did not show up!~~the worst is coming, I did not know that every visitors must register to local police station in three days after you arrive, so one day on the street, two polices came to me and checked my passport, they ask me to show them a card, I do not know what it is, so they took me to the police station, they kept me there for 3 hours! since they don't speak English, no matter how many times I asked them what I have done wrong, I didn't get any answer, finally, they find a woman who speak a little~~English, she told me I need to register in three days, now I have to go to court! there will be a fine~~ of USD 90, and police will take my passport, they will give me a piece of paper, since it is Friday today, I have to come back on Monday with the apartment's owner where I stayed and then they will~~take me to the court.~~~~

    ~~I was scared, I came here for fun not trouble, I asked the woman if there is any other way around without going to court, she said if I willing to pay~~the police here, they will let me go, so I think maybe it will be better off if I give them some money~~here, so I paid police 150 Lei, they let me go right away, but I still have to register, since today is Friday, I have to wait for two days, and I have to stay at my apt. I spent all day long in my apt. on sat. then decided go out to buy some food, I have to ~~take a risk, because I could get catch again, when I ~~get out on the street, it happened again, two polices~~came to me ask for ID and Card,(not the same policemen)~~

    ~~since I don't have the card, they took me to another police station, the same thing there, they ask me for money or send me to the court, an other three hours suffering! even you willing to pay them, you have to wait for hours. they enjoy to torture people and watch you suffering. I paid again.~~but it is not over, at night, another two policemen~~came to my apt. to check my ID, they said they are from local police station, again, I don't have that dam card, so they are very happy to tell me that I have a problem, they sat on the sofa, eat the banana~~and orange I just bought for dinner, and ask me to pay them if I do not want trouble, I have no idea~~what else I can do, I paid them again. they took all the orange and banana that I bought for dinner and left. they are robbers in uniform! ~~

    ~~Until now I still~~could not believe what happened to me. I have never~~seen such policemen anywhere else, they are so greedy~~and shameless, all the visitors are their targets !~~on Monday I called my land owner and go to the register office at 9 am, we waited for hours, then was told we have to came back at afternoon, because the officer who is in charge of the case is busy, so we go back at 2 pm, waited about two hours, the officer show up, he told us we have to go to court~~first, pay the fine, then come back to register.

    ~~we went to court on Tuesday morning, and yes, have to wait again, we waited for the whole day! because the Judge is busy(they told me, I don't think so)~~finally, the judge is ready to see us, it was already~~4.45pm! the register office close at 5pm, which means~~we have to go there on Wednesday.~~the whole thing took me five days to get rid of the ~~problem! and you know what, the court did fined me, how much ? 9 Lei! less than a dollar. it is a big~~joke! if I knew this, I would not pay the police~~one cent!~~I left the country on Thursday, I could not go anywhere without that fucking card!~~so if you want to go to a place like this, be prepared !~~

    ~~Tiger~~~~~~ (Review # 6285)

  • Chisinau Travel Report Dated Added: Mon Sep 30 2002 Submitted by:

    Spent some time in Chisinau (the capital) and had an amazing time. I stayed at a very nice hotel called the Dacia. I didn't need to check any newpapers becasue the hotel bar had some very beautiful girls working there. I picked out a good looking blond with great tits. I paid a small fee to the hotel security and then sent her to my room. She took her time and showered with me first. She was an animal at oral and was willing to do any position! I finished with a titty fuck and she suddenly leaned forward and took the money shot in her mouth, which I wasn't expecting! An amazing time! (Review # 6215)
  • Chisinau Travel Report Dated Added: Sat Jul 20 2002 Submitted by: Cowboyman

    Chisinau (or Kishinev in Russian) is one of the best cities I have ever visited for having sex. It's possible to have an hour of sex for just 10 US dollars, but for some quality it is better to pay maybe 25 dollars and get 1 or 2 hours.~~~~ ~~

    ~~Go to a street kiosk and buy a copy of Makler for 3 Lei (1 dollar buys 13.5 Lei). This is where you need some Russian now - turn to the centre pages in the second part and look for a section which translated literally means "Express Aquaintanceships" and there's a picture of two hearts at the top.~~

    ~~I read on a previous report that someone recommended Beatrice, but in my copy of Makler, they was no ad for them. Then start phoning around! Hardly anyone speaks English, so learn how to stay what you want, when you want it and what your address is. You could also do this bit in Romanian as almost everyone is bilingual.~~

    ~~I found one agency where the madam speaks English. Tel 43 48 38 and ask for Ludmilla. She has at any time 20 girls on her books with photos and measurements and prices range from 10 dollars an hour for a complete scrubber up to models for 50 dollars for a couple of hours.~~

    ~~As I said earlier, you need to decide what you want, for example, do they come to you, or do you want to go to them? Do you want a blowjob without a condom? Do you want a blond with big tits, and does she have to speak English? Does she have to be more than 1.70 metres tall? And what age? Decide all this before you call them up.~~

    ~~Ludmilla told me that she is purely an introduction service and charges about 1.50 dollars per introduction and the girls keep for themselves any money than you pay them. Even if this is only half true, it's a long, long way from the rumours of Moldovan sex slaves which I have heard about.~~

    ~~A Russian speaking agency is Aleonushka tel 43 47 43. They charge 25 dollars for one hour and do oral sex without a condom. Call them up and tell them to send you two girls so that you can decide which one you're going to screw the ass off. Pay the unlucky one 2 dollars for a cab home. When I did this I asked for tall girls with big tits and they sent one tall girl and one girl with big tits - but you can't win 'em all, all the time.~~

    ~~There was another agency called Amazons and they charge about 12 dollars an hour + cab fare, so have some change. But they only had 4 girls who were not that good looking.~~

    ~~More information:~~~~Moldova is supposed to be a really dangerous country, but in my experience it is not. I think this is because the police and government clamped down on crime in 2000 by, basically, shooting all the crime bosses - maybe something that George should consider in DC...~~

    ~~The standard taxi fare in the city is 20 lei for any journey (maybe a bit more if you do a distance) - the taxis don't bother with meters, so keep a few 10 lei bills handy when travelling around.~~~~Since I've been here, I've tried out 3 discos called Millenium, SoHo and Star Track. Each one was filled with teenies, and quite a few were model material and quite a few of them were really into dirty dancing, but at the end of the day I didn't pull, as I reckon I've got a lot more Russian to learn yet.~~

    ~~I tried looking for Strip Joints but there are none in this city, although I was told there are some up north in Balti (Beltz).~~~~I also once tried having a sauna and massage to see what might happen, but I ended up having a Finnish sauna all to myself for an hour including a full body massage (done by a guy) and this cost 15 bucks. By the way, the sauna section in Makler is just after the express acquaintanceships section.~~

    ~~ ~~And finally, I have never met anyone who ever went to Kishinev for the purpose of tourism. Most of the locals have never met Americans but I find it better to say I'm Canadian just in case any cold war history gets in the way of a beautiful friendship. But this is what's great about the place, as everyone (and I mean everyone) wants to be my friend and help me out wherever I go...~~~~
    (Review # 5786)
  • Chisinau / Kishinev Travel Report Dated Added: Fri Feb 01 2002 Submitted by: Moldova friend

    Moldova / Chisinau (KIV) is a paradise for single men. 1 US$ = 13 Lei~~Fares from FRA r about 800-900 DMK.~~Visa for 30 days is 90 DMK.~~To rent an appt. is about 15U.S.$ a day. I would recommend to rent an appartment, for more privacy.~~You should be able to read + understand a little bit Russian. Buy a magazine "Makler" for 3 Lei.

    ~~~~~~U will find their tel.nr. of diff. escort services. Now a little Russian is a must.~~Call them and tell them what u want. I recommend "Belinda escort". Price for one girl is 10$ for an hr. + 3 $ for the agency. Call them and a driver will drop the chick about 60 - 90 min. later at your appt. All-nighter is about 25 - 30$ plus 5$ for the agency. Never, ever pay more. Donít spoil the prices.~~~~Donít go in winter - it dammed cold and nothing to see except icy roads.~~Excuse my bad English. ~~~~Buddy from Germany~~ (Review # 4984)

  • Chisinau Escort Review Dated Added: Sat Dec 29 2001 Submitted by:

    Moldova is heaven for a TSM.~~An escort costs about 10 (ten) U.S. $ for an hour or about 40 bucks for an all-niter.~~~~Buy a magazine called Makler, look for the classified ads and call the agencies, tell them what u r looking for and how long and they will send u some girls to make your pick. Give the girls u didnt choose about two bucks for the cab and thats it.~~The girls range from 6-8.~~~~Some knowledge of Russian language is a must.~~~~ (Review # 4832)
 

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