On Friendship, Bribery, and Narrowly Avoiding Deportation from Ukraine

Hello SHABL,

I know, strange blog post title, but trust me – this story contains all three elements.

First comes friendship. At the risk of sounding like a complete lush, I just have to say never underestimate the power of vodka for forging friendships in the unlikeliest of places. It is how I came to know three very special gentlemen called Viorel, Semion and Evgeny. In this particular instance it was in first class on the train I took from Odessa to Tiraspol. “First class” meaning the car had padded seats and a restaurant/bar.

It was a Saturday night and I was headed to a breakaway territory so I thought why not grab a drink. Viorel and Semion were the ones working at the bar that night, both from Moldova and both very interested in finding out why in God’s name was I was going to Transnistria. Long story short, one vodka turned into several (they joined me from the get go) as we chatted about everything from what it was like living in Chisinau to why I travel alone so much. Eventually the Ukrainian train conductor, Evgeny,  also joined in on our conversation and just like that we were 4 peas in a pod for the remainder of the journey. They were all pretty concerned that I would be arriving in Tiraspol by myself so Semion even walked me off the train and into the station to make sure I found the place I needed to register and had a safe place to wait for Tim from Tiraspol Hostel.

Didn’t think I’d ever see them again but flash forward to my Monday morning train ride back and guess who I spotted walking through the train car – Evgeny! They all happened to be working again that day. Somehow I ended up in the second class car (no bar, hard seats), so as soon as he saw me he motioned for me to follow him back to first class car. There were high fives all around once I walked in and they insisted I sit in their designated area in front of the bar. “VIP” I guess you could say. Over a cup of coffee and a bomb breakfast sandwich Viorel made me on the house, I began telling them about all the things I did while in Tiraspol.

Before I knew it we were at the Ukrainian border getting our passports checked. I hadn’t even considered that something might go wrong on the Ukrainian side, but I started to get a bit worried when the border guard took my passport over to a nearby table and began punching numbers into a calculator. Fifteen minutes later he finally walks back to me and says, “You have to go back to Chisinau.” Apparently I had done a bit of miscalculating on the amount of time I had been in Ukraine and was just a hair over the 90 days I was allowed to be there without a visa…whoops.

The thing is, I tried to get a visa. I really did. I had a legit job in Odessa and my boss was willing to help but the bureaucratic nightmare we would have had to go through just to get me an extra month and a half in the country was simply not worth it. Instead we thought frequent trips out of the country (aka”border runs”) would be the best solution. Could be heaven for anyone with itchy feet, but I very quickly learned it could turn into hell if you don’t count the dates right.

Of course I began to panic when I realized that my negotiating skills in Russian were just not cutting it and that I had a real problem on my hands. Again I was told to gather my belongings and get off the train. I glanced over at my train buddies with tears starting to well up and a look of “I am SO screwed” in my eyes.

This is when Evgeny stepped in. Seeing as he was Ukrainian, I suppose he knew he could have a say in this if he wanted so he took the border guard into his back room and came out 10 minutes later saying, “The guard said you can go back to Odessa if you pay him $40. Can you do this?” I desperately nodded YES and was then taken back to the room where the guard started scolding me again about overstaying my formal welcome. “It’s my fault, I know, I’m sorry…,” I said as I handed him the $40.

With that there was a stamp entered into my passport and then a firm handshake. “Be well,” he said to me and walked out of the room and off the train.

This story may seem kind of random and out of the blue but I thought now would be a good time to tell it since a lot of people are headed to Ukraine for the Euro 2012. Corruption and bribery is not a joke, it is unfortunately happening there everyday. By no means am I trying to scare anyone off from going; in fact I encourage everyone to visit because I love Ukraine so much, it is a great country. Just don’t do anything stupid, mind your manners, and obey the law because you can very easily find yourself in the hands of greedy police. I messed up and I had to pay the price.

Who knows where I would have ended up or how much more I would have had to pay if Evgeny didn’t have my back. A friend in need is a friend in deed and it just goes to show you never know how much someone is going to affect your life the moment they walk into it.

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  1. Rob

    June 20, 2012 at 7:22 am

    You gotta do what you gotta do. I love hearing stories of randomly meeting someone and thinking “that was cool” only to meet them again and have something really cool occur. I’m doing something soon on this part of the world, maybe even this afternoon!

    Travel friendships grow quick, it’s cool how Evgeny stepped up for you…

    • Larissa

      June 20, 2012 at 8:41 am

      It was really cool almost getting arrested, totally. I will forever be indebted to Evgeny and the next time I’m in Odessa I think I will just take the train ride to Tiraspol just to hang out with them again. You should too. Looking forward to this post.

      • Rob

        June 20, 2012 at 11:55 am

        Reminds me of the time this friend of mine almost got arrested in Prague but the officer appeared to be a fake cop and after lengthy harassment let him go.

        • Larissa

          June 20, 2012 at 1:23 pm

          I would have just spit vodka in his eyes. Actually, Becherovka.

  2. PHIL

    June 20, 2012 at 7:29 am

    Well this is interesting to say the least … That’s what I always say “its so much easier to be nice than to be mean to people” I wonder how many people this happens to?? Glad you were able to buy your freedom ….

    • Larissa

      June 20, 2012 at 8:47 am

      Well Phil I am happy that you found this one interesting and as far as how many people this happens to – no idea. I didn’t hear any other stories like this while I was there, but then again, I didn’t meet any other foreigners who accidentally overstayed their welcome. Cheers to freedom!

  3. Arianwen

    June 20, 2012 at 7:33 am

    Vodka has a lot to answer for, but in this instance, it saved your bacon…in a roundabout way!

  4. Larissa

    June 20, 2012 at 8:48 am

    Usually it’s vodka that’s getting me into trouble. Super happy it got me out of this time.

  5. Igor

    June 20, 2012 at 10:46 am

    This story reminds me A LOT of this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8PAtFsJY5q0

    • Larissa

      June 20, 2012 at 11:17 am

      Hahahaha, that is an incredible Youtube clip and the similarities to my story are striking. Next time I will just have them spit vodka in the eyes of any border guard who tries to mess with me. And then we will party with them.

  6. Jim

    July 10, 2012 at 8:12 pm

    Interesting. About 6 years ago i tried to get to Moldova from Odessa by taxi. I was travelling with a couple of friends and we were told that we could obtain a visa once we arrived to Moldova. Let me just say that that was not possible and it took several hours of confiscated passports, machine guns pointed at us etc., before we realized we had to try something else. We were told that is we drove a couple of hours North (?) we could probably pass through Transnistria and reach Moldova. I had honestly never heard of the place, in fact had never heard of Moldova but had read something about a giant wine cellar that is built inside a cave that you can actually drive your vehicle into. Anyway, we arrive finally at the border of Ukraine and Transnistria and the boarder guard (Ukrainian) asking him if he was crazy to bring 3 Canadians and try to pass through Transnistria, did he not realize that there was no one to protect us in that country? Anyway, he refused to let us through. I was disappointed. Do you have any stories about your visit there?

    • Larissa

      July 11, 2012 at 2:15 am

      I believe that happening 6 years ago but I don’t think you would have that problem now. But who knows, the East is highly unpredictable which is why I love it so.

  7. Jim

    July 10, 2012 at 8:15 pm

    ok disregard my pervious question. Should have had some patience as note your post on transnistria.

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