streets – Page 2 – Inner Moldova

Dubossary Photos.

That’s a bit of a promising title. I was busy with some srs bsns that day, so I only snapped a few shots, and the majority of them were blurry. Like these two of Moriarty. He couldn’t be arsed with me that day:

This is the cat that usually poses. Obviously father was more important. Or maybe he was once again offended that I didn’t bring any dry food for him.

The dog, on the other hand, was mad as ever:

druzhok.

Druzhok is chained. The chain is long, so he has a reasonable amount of space, and he doesn’t strain himself or suffocate himself on it. He’s well fed and has shelter from sun/ rain/ snow. PMR’s animal laws are inhumane, so dogs running loose routinely get poisoned/ captured/ shot, even if they are collared and have contact information.

Plus my father’s neighbours are weird. Let’s not comment on that subject any further.

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Little Park Near Kentford, Kishinev.

Otherwise known as, the Spider Lair of Doom.

In the early days of summer I accompanied my brother to car service. He bribed me with the promise of taking pictures. “I’ll deal with oil and brake pads, while you will go and shoot things. You love that, I know you do.”

Yes, yes, I do. So I agreed.

Little did the bastard know that the entire little patch of greenery was infested with spiders.

I shit you not. Look.

That white stuff? Spider webs. Every bush, from every side, from top to bottom. Covered in thick spider web.

Perhaps the bastard did know. Perhaps he tricked me.

Now, I’m adventurous, but spiders – especially in potential hoards – terrify me. I bent over one of the bushes carefully to get at least a vague idea of the size of these suckers. And they were… quite impressive. Not as huge as the mothers we get in the lands of villa, but still rather intimidating.

So I felt insecure. Like I was being watched by millions and millions of tiny spider eyes. Waiting to make my acquaintance.

Anyway, I just wrote these 180+ words as an apology for the shitty composition in these photos. I really felt rather anxious to return to the car shop. I kind of want to go back to this place in the dead of winter, when spiders will be under the snow. Dead. Or sleeping deeply, and breathing, just quietly waiting for me to approach their kingdom again.

Maybe it was their original plan.

Instigated by my brother.

OK, let me just get this post over and done with.

Kishinev is charming, but not in that part of city, not really.

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All Abroad the Fail Wheel: Visiting the Chisinau Amusement Park with My Cousin.

Sunday my cousin and I went to the local amusement park. We’ve been planning to go for years, but something always got in the way.

Our main destination was the Ferris wheel. A tiny metal construction compared to all the well-known monsters, but an exciting prospect nonetheless.

I’ve been told it’s as tall as a 5-floor building. Somewhere else I read that it’s as tall as a 12-floor one. I don’t know. How tall is a single floor on said hypothetical buildings? The information about this ferris wheel in Ukraine (that looks suspiciously similar to the one in Kishinev) says it’s 35 m tall.

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