Melissa's Flight Attendant Blog





Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting
Archives

February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
June 2006
July 2006
August 2006
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
March 2010
April 2010
May 2010
June 2010
July 2010
August 2010
September 2010
October 2010
November 2010
December 2010
January 2011
February 2011
March 2011
April 2011
May 2011
June 2011
July 2011
August 2011
September 2011
October 2011
November 2011
December 2011
January 2012
March 2012
June 2012
July 2012
August 2012
September 2012
October 2012
December 2012
February 2013
March 2013
May 2013
July 2013
January 2014
February 2014



Name: Melissa

About Me

Countries Visited (not including Turnarounds): Australia, Austria, Azerbaijan, Belgium, Bosnia & Herzegovina, Brazil, Canada, China, Czech Republic, Denmark, Estonia, Finland, France, Germany, Ghana, Great Britain, Greece, Iceland, India, Italy, Japan, Kenya, Latvia, Libya, Lithuania, Malaysia, Malta, Mauritius, Moldova, Monaco, Morocco, Netherlands, New Zealand, Nigeria, Norway, North Korea, Philippines, Romania, Russia, Singapore, Senegal, Serbia, Seychelles, South Africa, South Korea, Spain, Sri Lanka, Sweden, Switzerland, Tanzania, Thailand, Tunisia, Turkey, Uganda, United Arab Emirates, United States, Vatican City

My Perfect Day in -
London | Perth | Sydney | Melbourne

Site Feed -
http://tampaxtowers.blogspot.com/atom.xml

My Email -
tampaxtowers[at]gmail[dot]com

My Facebook -
Tampax Towers

My Twitter -
@melissaecholima

Links -
Airline Crew.net
Airline Uniforms
Airline Meals
Seatguru - Most Comfy Seats On Any Airline
Trip Advisor
Airtoons
pprune.org - Pilot's rumour network

Friends -
Kangaroo with a Sweet Tooth
Kronicles of Kris
The Adventures of Alle Malice
Joel's trek across Asia/Europe in a Hilux
Phil's Wine Site

Blogs I read -
Tray Table
Airboy
Lifehacker
I Can Has Cheezburger
The Flying Pinto
Girl on Raw
Things Bogans Like
Bobby at Up, Up and a Gay
Straight Guy in the Queer Skies

Credits -
Skin by Falter
BlogSkins


Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting


Latest Updates
Friday, February 28, 2014
Along with the DPRK, Transnistria was one of the places I was most curious about. The first time I heard about the place was in a very short article in Monocle Magazine, no more than 2 paragraphs long. But after a night of internet browsing increased my knowledge a tad, my interest in the place grew and I knew then that if I ever found myself in Moldova then Transnistria was a 'must see'. Plus my Norwegian friend 'S' (who was mentioned in a previous post here) had been on a work trip, so I knew that a visit would be possible and worth it for a non-Russian/non-Romanian speaker.

For those not clued-up, Transnistria is this tiny sliver of land that borders Moldova on the west and Ukraine on the east. After the USSR collapsed, tensions rose between those on the west of the Dniester river (Moldova, who had declared itself independent shortly after) and those on the east of the river, who still wished to remain part of the Soviet Union. After a 4 month war in 1992 a ceasefire was declared, talks were held, but the political status of the territory was still unresolved. This territory, having declared itself independent 2 years before the conflict, is only recognised by three other Soviet 'frozen conflict' territories - Abkhazia, South Ossetia and Nagorno-Karabakh. The other 200+ sovereign states recognise Transnistria as a part of Moldova. They have their own army, their own currency, and they even have legitimate Transnistrian passports for citizens.

Whilst I knew it would be an achievable trip, I only had about four days in Chișinău, and had heard that there were problems with the border controls in Transnistria, particularly for those travellers arriving via the main road from Odessa, Ukraine. After 8 years of travelling to some varied, awesome, modern and underdeveloped countries, one of the things I have managed to avoid so far is the payment of a bribe. At least by taking a guided tour I would avoid such a confrontation, pass through border controls relatively quickly and had someone with local knowledge guide me around the state. I chose Andrey at Transnistrian Tours, who through my research was the only guide I could find that was born and raised in Tiraspol. He picked me up in Chisinau in a 30 year old Honda that had seen better days, and with a couple of turns onto the R2 motorway we were on our way to Pridnestrovskaya Moldavskaya Respublika.



My entry/exit card. Sorry about the re-touching, but I'm not about to post my passport details on the net...

Hearty spinach soup from 7 Fridays in Tiraspol. Isn't that the most glorious green colour? I shared a pizza with Andrey at the restaurant and it was tasty as well.


Tiraspol Theatre, where on the 2nd September 1990 the state of Transnistria was declared an independent state.


Taras Shevchenko University, the main university in Transnistria. Being a Sunday on the day of my visit, the university was closed, however with Andrey being a former student, he managed to have a nice talk with the security guard and I was treated to a tour of the interior.


When you enter the university, you're met with these gorgeous stained glass artworks

 

 Having been founded in 1930, there are many references to the Soviet union.



Throughout the university, there are quotes and portraits from Ukrainian poet Taras Shevchenko, Romanian poet Mihai Eminescu and Russian Poet Alexander Pushkin.


The Transnistrian National Anthem line the walls, translated in Ukrainian, Russian and Romanian.



And just adjacent to the university is the Bulevardul Gagarin, where a bust of the USSR's most famous cosmonaut stands.


A monument commemorating famous Transnistrians, including the first President Igor Smirnov.


'Dom Sovetov', translated as the House of Soviets, the Parliamentary building of Transnistria, with a bust of Lenin displayed prominently at the entrance.

Afterwards, Andrey took me to Kirov Park, and I really did feel as if I had gone back in time.






Adding to the visit was that being played on speakers throughout the park were children's songs - all in Russian of course - that Andrey had said reminded him of his childhood. There weren't too many people in the park but it was nice to just stroll around in the sun and to breathe in fresh air. I guess with my visit being in October the park wouldn't have been as buzzing as it would have been during the height of summer. The statue featured is of Sergei Kirov, one of the main Bolshevik leaders in the USSR who was assassinated during Stalin's time.


The Suvorov Monument, featuring Alexander Suvorov, who founded Tiraspol in 1792.



The building and plaque are significant in that it is the only government building plaque that has a translation in English.


A bust of Nikolay Zelinsky, inventor of the gas mask. Greatly revered in Transnistria, there's even a museum here in his city of birth, but I was lacking the time to visit.


Eternal Flame at the war memorial in the central plaza of Tiraspol, commemorating those that lost their lives during conflict in Tiraspol in 1941 and 1944.


Orthodox Church in the central plaza on 25th October Street. Apparently there is a larger church on Shevchenko Street, but this is the most popular church for Transnistrians to get married in, as it has a nice view of the river and many famous monuments of the country are located very close to this church, so provide the best photographic opportunities. I asked Andrey if he had his wedding in the church, and he said he did. I'm sure it would have been particularly special, this street is the lifeblood of the city of Tiraspol and with every weekend there being a wedding in the church (and indeed there was a wedding when I visited), to finally get your day would have been something. He had a bit of a twinkle in his eye when he talked about his wedding day too.


So along with the Suvorov monument there is this T-34 tank that dominates the plaza, placed here to commemorate the Soviet victory of WW2. There were some 84,000 produced in an 18 year period. Mainly due to the sheer number that were built, but also due to it's efficiency and design, there still remains hundreds of tanks that are still operational, many of which are in private ownership.


Dniester River, from which Transnistria adopted its name. The sandy bank to the right of the photo is popular for swimmers and sunbathers during the summertime. At around 8 degrees Celsius during my October visit, whilst it was nice and sunny, it was perhaps a bit too cold for sunbathing. 

After the tour was coming close to the end, we went to Bendery for a last minute Kvint run.


A branch of the Sheriff supermarket. The Sheriff company are the second largest business in Transnistria (I presume that Kvint are the largest) and it's not hard to see why - they have a monopoly on the supermarkets and petrol stations, plus they have a TV station, a mobile phone network, a (very successful) football club and a massive football stadium. When I first heard the name of the company I, for some reason, thought it was pronounced Sharif, as in the actor Omar Sharif. After a moment thinking as to why a proudly Transnistrian company would give itself an Arabic name, I then realised my mistake when I saw the logo.


Also spotted in Bendery, a stretch limo, seemingly permanently parked at a petrol station. I didn't see any wedding parties at the capital with limousines waiting, so I wonder when it would be used?


A bottle of Transnistria's best export, Kvint cognac. So famous that the factory has even been featured on the Transnistrian rouble. I don't really drink cognac, I have a bottle at home for cooking gravy and what not. Then Christmas in Dubai happened, and they were selling Borden Egg Nog seemingly everywhere so I decided to buy a single serve, took it home and mixed in some Kvint - WOW, just WOW. The bottle is only 1/4 full now, so you guys can tell I had a pretty good Christmas!


Just in case you were at all curious, this is the Trasnistrian Rouble, plus some kopecks. As you can see on the Rouble, it has the founder, Alexander Suvorov, and on the kopeck there is even the Soviet hammer and sickle.

The trip to 'The State That Doesn't Exist' certainly didn't disappoint, and a large reason for that is mainly due to my tour guide, Andrey. Had I attempted to make the trip alone, there would have been frustrations that would have possibly given me a negative impression of the territory, whether it be with the mashrutka trip, the border guards asking for bribes, not knowing anyone that speaks English, not knowing any Romanian, Russian or Ukrainian to ask for directions. I wish I had more time to spend there, particularly to check out the Kvint factory and the Zelinsky museum, but overall, if you happen to be in Moldova, for whatever reason, make the effort to visit Transnistria - if only to see what a visit to an unrecognised territory is like, and how it could possibly happen.
0 comments
Monday, January 27, 2014
I'm not entirely sure if I've mentioned it before, but I'm hardly the type who spends a lot of my time in bars and drinks. As it is, I probably drink at a rate of 2 alcoholic drinks every 3-4 weeks, and the only time that would increase significantly would be during Eurovision. I just don't see the point of consuming something that is just going to make you feel gross the next morning, that's damaging for your health, and that has the ability to change your behaviour in a negative way. I don't need it to have a good time, unlike many other people, the behaviour of which I was witness to on a number of occasions in my old job at the Convention Centre in Perth. The minute people hear the words 'Open Bar' they have a certain crazy look in their eye, that they need to get every last drop of booze out of the building, mouth over the beer taps to suck it dry. I guess in comparison to working on an aircraft serving (virtually) unlimited booze there, it's far more civil in the skies. Don't get me wrong, people still have the capacity to take things a bit far, and you can easily find news reports supporting it, but I still think people are more civil in the air. I guess flyers understand that they still have to be conscious enough to identify their luggage at the baggage carousel when they arrive. 

Anyway, a few months ago I had annual leave, and I decided to spend it in the Balkans. Four days in Sarajevo, four days in Belgrade. I fully intended not to have a drink, but the Balkans are so ridiculously cheap, and after receiving a fantastic recommendation, I couldn't resist. 

The beauty about being involved in Eurovision is that you wind up with a massive network of friends spread all around the continent. Even if you're travelling to a city where you're not familiar with any locals, chances are there will be someone in this vast network who has been to the city you're headed to and they'll be more than willing to offer some tips. One of these friends was Roy, who runs the most amazing Eurovision blog here and if you have the tiniest interest in the contest then I encourage you to go there because 99% of the posts are hilarious and amazing. Anyway, Roy told me I needed to see this bar called Zlatna Ribica, just a short walk from Sarajevo's Eternal Flame, and he made a point of it, "You MUST visit the toilets!". Okay then!

 


How on earth do you create the typewriter to be like that?  I wanted to shove it in my suitcase and take it home, but alas, I still had 7 days of the trip left. I hate unpacking as it is, let alone having to get the vacuum out to suck dirt out of my trusty suitcase.

The pictures of the interior of this bar simply do not do it justice.


I can't even begin to inagine how many years it would have taken to collect all this bric-a-brac. You didn't know where to focus your eyes, there was so much going on.

 

 So I ordered a Gin and Tonic. It arrived in a square drinking glass, on a gold and white doily, served with bar snacks served in a sea shell. That passport you see next to my drink is actually the menu. Apparently you could get Bosnian & Herzegovinian passports from the tourist office that would have inside the detailed history of the country and the cities of Sarajevo, Banja Luka and Mostar, but this was years back. Out of all the menus I've seen this was the one I've spent the most time reading, that's for sure.




They even have a goldfish kept in a bowl of some strange design. I couldn't figure out how they got the poor thing in and out of the glass, or how they feed it. It also doubles as a wishing well.

But the true star of the place is the toilet. It's crazy, chaotic, in-your-face, and just completely amazing.





I'm a bit annoyed tht I wasn't in need of any deodorant, sanitary pads, talcum powder or the hair brush during my visit, but none the less it was a great place to freshen up before heading out for some Cevapcici.

Hands down, the most awesome bar I've ever seen with my own eyes. If you happen to be in Sarajevo, have a late afternoon drink there. It's totally worth it.

Labels: ,

2 comments