2-3 hours and 2 buses – the tentative itinerary to travel between 2 towns in Moldova.  Oh how naïve we were.  Has 10 months taught us nothing?!

8 hours and 4 buses later we arrived in Naslavcea, Moldova, a tiny town on the border of Ukraine.  It gets better.  I experienced some of the most interesting traveling yet. 

9:30am – pack a white panel van with our luggage and ourselves

9:45 – drive to the bus station

9:55 – the bus driver tells us we can put our luggage in the luggage space behind the seats

9:56 – we fill the empty luggage space with 1 of our 6 large backpacks (and 6 day packs, a guitar and a drum to go)

10:00 – the bus is scheduled to leave

10:17 – we fill the aisle of the bus (which is a 20 passenger van essentially) with our bags, guitar and drum

10:25 – after watching other passengers throw temper tantrums about our bags, the bus leaves

10:26-12:00 – drive to Balti and pick up as many Moldovans as the bus could possibly hold, and then a few more.  Did I mention it’s 90+ degrees and there are only 2 open windows in the front. 

12:00 – arrive in Balti

12:05 – Josh and I go in search of a bus to Ocnita

12:15 – after much sign language and translators (who actually made communication worse) we determine which man will take us to Ocnita

1:00pm – we pack the bus once again like the first, only this time we pack bags in the back seat

1:05 – Josh and I are the last to get on.  (big mistake)  We’re directed to the 2 backseats next to all of our bags.

1:07 – the driver sets Tim’s guitar in my lap.  He laughs and says something about welcome to Moldova.  I laugh and wait for him to move it.

1:08 – The drive sets cushions in the aisles and 5 more people get on.   I’m now pinned between a guitar, window, seat back, and Josh.  Any escape routes are blocked by seats in the aisle.  God help us. 

1:09 – claustrophobia sets in.  Josh and I laugh so hard we cry.  I don’t know if they’re tears of joy or despair or fear.

1:15 – I’m really thirsty but I can’t move my arms.  Josh tries to pour water in my mouth.  Epic fail.

1:16 – bags begin to fall on Josh.  For the next hour he’ll continually push 50lb backpacks off of his head.

1:30 – my legs begin to go numb.  I try to go to my happy place.

2:15 – We arrive at a small bus station called Edinet.  The bus driver insists we need to get off even though we’re not in Ocnita.

2:20 – the drive throws our baggage into a pile on the sidewalk and directs us to a large man in a yellow shirt.  He points to the large man while saying something about Ocnita,and he leaves.

2:45 – After asking around and using more charades, we learn that a bus will leave for Ocnita at 3:30pm.

3:30 – the bus to Ocnita arrives.  We’re sure this time.  We load the back seats and opt to stand in the aisle.  My legs needed some circulation anyway.

4:30 – we arrive in Ocnita and meet our contact Andrei.  He says something about another bus. 

4:31 – I go to my happy place once again.

4:40 – we take our OWN bus to Naslavcea.  Everyone has their OWN seat with their OWN leg room.  Woah, dream big!

4:50 – we pass acres and acres of endless sunflowers.  I relax.

4:55 – we see a river valley and begin to drive into it.  I relax a little more.

5:15 – we arrive at a tiny cottage in the valley along a stream.  We’re in heaven.

5:20 – we unpack and settle in. 
 

Life is good.

So why should people go on the world race?

He will expand your comfort zone – literally.
He’ll let your walls be invaded – literally.
He’ll take you places you never dream of – literally.
He’ll show you new ways of doing things – literally.
Life will never be boring again.

The World Race – Getting up close and personal with a
personal God and the people he loves. 
(And don’t ever assume anyone outside the US wears deodorant. 
That would make the up close and personal thing too easy.)