I try to find balance by writing some serious blogs then some funny ones. I’m not saying this is funny, in fact it’s not. Interesting? Maybe. Funny? That's what random pictures are for.
You Know You're In Moldova When…
- Dial up internet can still be found.
- Geese, ducks, chickens, turkeys all congregate together in middle of road and then they all return to their appropriate homes each evening.
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The country lacks national identity. The obvious is that they live in Moldova, but the question is whether they are Romanian or Ukrainian.

- The train tracks get narrower. Literally, we were on the edge of the former Soviet Union, and the tracks weren’t as wide so trains couldn’t come in from the West. (The term is “break of gauge.”)
- Dropping a 200 lb—minimum– concrete tube into 7 foot hole on top of another tube of the same size and hope it doesn’t smash into pieces is the best approach to putting it in place. (We were told something to the effect of, “Who needs cranes when you have Moldovians?”)
- Homemade soap, cheese, and compote are potent, potent, and potent, respectively.
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Seemingly everything outside the capital city is undoubtedly out of the city. - Children use basketballs to play dodgeball. Yes, a little girl did get thumped right in the stomach.
- You are surrounded by two countries—Ukraine and Romania—and one country that’s not a country—Transnistria. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transnistria)
- Helping with “construction” at a village church means mixing, digging, digging, mixing, and a little more of the former and latter.
- The poorest country in Europe still doesn’t compare to West Africa. It’s a different world down there.
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The scale tells me I’ve gained three pounds on a trip in which I’m supposed to lose weight. Metabolism, don’t fail me now.

- They don’t sell Coke! (At least in the area we were they said it was too expensive.)
- The apples are sweeter than anything chemicals ever helped produce.
- Church is only about an hour 15 minutes. That’s it!
- We were corrected for clapping in church. (To be fair, that’s a denominational thing, I think, not a country thing.)
- I found out that I’m an uncle! Cooper Adam Belkot is his name.
- Plans are laid and made for the last month of ministry. One month left, oh my. (I can almost smell the bacon.)
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