I’ve mentioned before that I love night trains, there’s something almost magical about them. Whether it’s the people you meet along the way or the experience of slowly drifting to sleep while moving along.
While searching for a night train I came across the Prietena night train that runs daily in both directions from Bucharest to Chisinau, another thing that appealed was Moldova would be a new country to tick from my list.
A further draw with this experience was that this particular train is almost trapped in time, not as a gimmick or a tourism draw. But simply because CFM (Calea Ferată din Moldova) the national rail operator of Moldova hasn’t updated their stock.
So it’s left with a small set of 1970’s East German train carriages running daily in both directions. I had to try this!
My first step on this adventure was getting to Bucharest first, a city I’ve been to before and to be honest I’m not a great lover of it. The train was due to leave Bucharest Gara De Nord at 19:08 with my flight landing in a very hot Bucharest at around midday it did give me a chance to go into the old town to find a spot for a pizza and some beer.
After this and a short wander around I headed back to Gara De Nord to pick up some supplies for my journey and wait for the train.
I love a big European station like this. There’s always so much going on with a departure board filled with destinations all over the place, the station was packed with so many people and I found myself wondering what their stories are.

At the station I met an Australian man from Sydney named Chris who at a guess must have been in his mid 50’s he was catching that evenings night train to Budapest. At a guess he was in his mid 50’s and he quite proudly told me that in October of 2023 he realised one day he’d had enough of work and in his own words ‘got up and told my boss to shove it up his arse’ and quit just like that. He sold the house and all his possessions and he’s been travelling all over the world since. I found myself somewhat admiring him even if I’m not convinced on his method!
I waited until 19:00 and still there was no platform for the train to Chisinau I began to wonder had I got the wrong day? The wrong time? The wrong station? I checked my ticket over and over again and it was correct. Then at around 19:04 the platform number finally showed up.
I made my way to the platform fairly quickly to find the platform absolutely packed with people but still no train! Surely these people cannot all be headed to Moldova? I thought to myself.
The train slowly reversed into the station platform and the hoards of people all moved to the front. It then became clear the rear 4 carriages were heading to Moldova and the rest of the train at the front to the boarder town of Iasi and we would separate.
European stations tend to in my experience have low level platforms where you have to climb aboard. This was no different, a conductor greeted me and checked my ticket. The train was stiflingly hot. Aircon wouldn’t have been a thing when this train was built. I’d been on the train for no more than 3 minutes and we were off leaving Bucharest behind.

Your compartment comes in either a Couchette which is typically 4 berths in one cabin or a Sleeper which is 2 births in one cabin. Wanting to treat myself I paid for 2 brith but single occupancy. My ticket was around £80 for a return trip so I was happy to pay this price rather than run the risk of sharing with a stranger.
around 15 minutes into the journey the conductor knocked on the door to give me my bedding for the night and check my ticket again. He asked me some questions but I couldn’t understand what he was asking. He then couldn’t understand my questions in return before he shrugged and just left.
I made my bed and I must be honest it was surprisingly comfy, there is an extra mattress topper hidden under the seat, with the train now in motion I was able to get some air in my compartment by opening the window.

You are separated from the Romanian section of the train with your 4 slightly odd looking Soviet era carriages trundling along at the back. At a guess there were only around 20 people on this section of the train. A real mix of people some travelling with families some for work. But not many tourists like me.
There is a bar on the train that sells drinks and snacks and a decided to check it out. Moving between the vestibules on the train is an experience in its self. Not much is separating you from the outside world with plenty of daylight shining through. This train is also extremely bumpy so I recommend moving between the carriages with care!
The bar only takes cash either Romanian or Moldovan Lei. The man behind the bar didn’t speak English but he did understand beer which was refreshing. While in the bar area I did meet four Spanish nationals who were all on internships in Bucharest and were looking to spend the weekend touring vineyards in Chisinau.
A beer or three later and some small talk with my new Spanish friends I opted to head to bed. Mostly because in this direction the boarder crossing and wheel change (I’ll come back to that) happens at around 3am and you need to be awake for the passport checks.

I got into bed to find out I couldn’t quite stretch out fully. With it still being around 28 degrees inside and with the worlds bumpiest train knocking me around I tired my best to get some sleep. Amazingly I slept quite well and I was woken at 2:30am with a bang on my door and it being flung open.

‘Romanian boarder! Passports!’ I had shouted at me. In a daze I got up and handed over my passport. A look up and down and I was stamped out of Romania. A short wait later the train began to creep over the Eiffel Bridge crossing the Prut River. I was now on Moldovan soil and at the border town of Ungheni.
Moldovan boarder control entered the train and started making their way up the carriage before finally stopping at me. ‘Purpose of visit’ tourist I said. ‘why?’ was the response. I’ve never been asked that I thought. But I just said because I would like to visit Moldova.
Then the question came that always seems to follow me around, ‘why did you visit Russia?’
This is a question that has been asked numerous times since the Russian invasion of Ukraine. I say the same thing I always say the truth which is I visited as a tourist in 2019. The boarder guard stared for a few seconds before stamping my passport. I was in Moldova!

With the border check complete the next process in the journey begins. Changing all of the wheels on the train to a wider gauge. Why? Because during the time of the Soviet Union there was a genuine fear of war and this was a preventative measure to stop advancing troops using the Soviet railway network.
The entire train is jacked up on hydraulic lifts and the work begins of changing over the wheels. This process is loud and noisy. The Moldovan engineers didn’t seem to care that some of us might want to sleep.
2 hours later and we were on the move again. I wanted to sit and view the Moldovan countryside but I was simply too tired and went back to sleep. I knew the train would be arriving in Chisinau at around 8:45 and was fairly punctual so I set my alarm for 7:45 and drifted back to sleep.

I awoke to find myself moving through the outskirts of Chisinau seeing the Moldovan countryside for the first time. A mix of tired buildings and overgrown railway track. Moldova is the poorest country in Europe and unfortunately it showed at times. But that didn’t take away from any of the character or charm that there seemed to be.
I sat munching my 7 days croissant with the last of my water purchased in Bucharest taking in the sights.

Sure enough at 8:44 the train pulled into Chisinau station on of the prettiest stations I’ve ever seen. It was stunningly beautiful with lovely detail. I’ve seen a number of Soviet era stations now and they always impress.
I stepped off the train to see the station properly and it was deserted. The departure board showed only 2 departures for the entire day. Kyiv and back to Bucharest that evening. I just don’t think there is the money for some of the public transportations services.

I avoided a local who was desperate to give me a taxi ride into town and didn’t seem to want to accept my answer of it’s only a 20 minute walk even if it was in 33 degree heat!
Once I finally gave him the slip I checked I had my backpack, put on my sunglasses and began the walk into the city.


































































