Αργεντινή: Ταξιδιωτικός οδηγός, βίζες και δωρεάν διαμονή · 2026

ALAnastassya LebedevaNastyaLebedeva · 28 Οκτ 2012Διάβασμα

Letter from August 28. Sender: Anastasia Lebedeva, Dallas, Texas Recipient: Yulya Keda, Kazakhstan How to save yourself from killer mosquitoes. Hi, Yulka! You won't believe what happened to us! Today we were supposed to be wandering the streets of New Orleans, but guess what, we are still in Dallas. And why? Let me start from the beginning. Nora turned out to be a very friendly, energetic, and interesting person. She lives in a quiet neighborhood near the lake. She has two dogs – a boy named Derby and a girl named Mabel, whom we were initially afraid of. Nora is an avid traveler. She has been to Mexico, Italy, China, and France. She is planning to visit Argentina and other countries. In her free time, she visits a Buddhist temple, yoga classes, rock climbing, and goes kayaking. She also plays the guitar and loves watching travel shows. She listens to blues and country. That's a mini-dossier for you. In just a few days, she showed us all of Dallas! We visited real American diners, listened to the chants of Buddhist monks, went to the movies, and didn't miss the museums! We learned a few words in Thai. For example, the greeting 'sawatdee'. And we tasted Thai food. We went to the lake and took photos. We saw George Bush's house. At least that's what the locals say, but no one has ever seen him there. At first, we were afraid to go to the lake because of mosquitoes – carriers of a deadly virus. We put on hoodies, sneakers, and jeans. Everyone asks us: where are you from? And we say: from Florida – the Sunshine State. And now for the most important thing: Linkin Park was AWESOME. Yes, we were at their concert! Chester is singing and screaming just a few meters away! There were both new and old songs, which we couldn't have imagined at all. Everyone is singing along, and we are the loudest! Craaaaaaaaaaaawling iiiiiiiiiiiin my skiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin! These wooooooooooooooooounds, they wiiiiiiiil not heeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaal!!!!!!!! The photos turned out pretty good, and the videos too. We couldn't have imagined before that we would get to a Linkin Park concert! Amazing! So many positive emotions! Live sound! We rocked out! Rock on! Filled with bright hopes and charged with positive emotions, Nora and I went to the Greyhound station. We had tickets for 3 AM. After saying a warm goodbye to our new Texan friend, we had a snack and got ready to check our luggage. Suddenly, it turned out that our bus to New Orleans was canceled! Shock. The reason was the approaching Hurricane Isaac. We had to stay at Nora's for one more night. We hope to leave on the next bus. We will write when we get to New Orleans! Good luck! Adios! #travel #LinkinPark #Dallas #NewOrleans #adventure

Gguest_160071 Οκτ 2009Διάβασμα

Paramount… ...This is perhaps one of the most interesting pages of our big adventure (for us personally!!) since this is exactly where we spent most of our summer! Everything started when we got a flat tire in the middle of a deserted Mexican neighborhood crawling with shady characters... as fate would have it, a Mexican guy named Rico helped us out and found us a place to stay for just 400 bucks a month for 5 people!!! in a family of Mexican COMMUNISTS!! Viva Che Guevara! But I'll tell you more about that later, as I want to briefly describe the neighborhood and what it's like! It's a small neighborhood in the south of Los Angeles, densely populated by Mexicans. You will never meet tourists here; they simply don't make it to such areas. Besides Paramount, this includes Downey, Norwalk, and the ever-present Compton (where only African Americans live). The latter is known as the most dangerous neighborhood in LA and for its famous natives, such as Dr. Dre, The Game, WC, and Beanie Man. There was a myth that Snoop Dogg was also from there, but as it turned out, he grew up in Long Beach. So, it felt more like the plot of GTA San Andreas than the real world! All neighborhoods are strictly divided by their gangs: African American, Mexican, and Latin (not to be confused with Mexicans... since these are from Latin America: Ecuador, Venezuela, Argentina, etc.). One gang replaces another as you move along (everyone is terribly tattooed with their gang symbols, right up to their faces, not to mention their whole bodies). So, the whole meaning of their short lives (since few live past 30, the average age of LA gangs is 18-20, or even younger!) they see in destroying members of other gangs! Watch the video about one of these shootouts in Compton in my gallery or via the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SNBUe52zYc&feature=related We learned all this from a Mexican named Edgar (he says that 10 of his 15 friends are in prison, 3 have been killed, and 2 are wanted!), with whom we lived all summer. He himself avoided such a fate because his father is a very strict COMMUNIST!! So... neighborhoods like Paramount are like villages in Russia. No, of course, there are hypermarkets (Bestway, Super-A-Food), like everywhere in America, there are huge shopping centers (Downey Landing, Lakewood Centre), but it's a village. The ocean is an hour away by bus, although if you take the subway, you can significantly shorten the path. Finding work there is also quite problematic, unless, of course, you speak Spanish. If you do, then good luck to you))) There are very few people on the streets; in the evening, you won't meet anyone at all. Police patrols usually monitor such places, and if they see some crazy tourists wandering the streets late at night, they will definitely offer to drive them to their destination, as it is not safe. Personally, we encountered this situation very often. In Compton, it's better not to appear at all. We often had cases where black guys would harass our acquaintances, and they will definitely stare at you. It's better to get used to it right away. Such guys will try in every way to provoke you and pick a fight over something. Paramount is also a fairly dangerous neighborhood. We had an incident where some guys went at 11 p.m. for gum at the nearest store at a gas station, and their bike was taken away. They just walked up with a gun and took it. To their luck or not, the police were nearby, and one of the criminals was caught; they took statements from our guys. But the matter didn't go further than that; we were politely suggested to drop the case if we didn't want problems in the future. Of course, it wasn't hard to find us; we were the only Russians in this Mexican quarter!!! And in the neighboring district of Norwalk, we met some guys who were returning home from work on bicycles and got caught in a shootout; one of them got a stray bullet in his collarbone!! So, the conclusion is quite simple: LA is far from what we see

ALAnastassya LebedevaNastyaLebedeva · 28 Οκτ 2012Διάβασμα

Letter from August 28. Sender: Anastasia Lebedeva, Dallas, Texas Recipient: Yulia Keda, Kazakhstan How to survive killer mosquitoes. Hi, Yulka! You won't believe what happened to us! Today we were supposed to wander the streets of New Orleans, but guess what, we're still in Dallas. And why? I'll start from the beginning. Nora turned out to be a very friendly, energetic and interesting person. She lives in a quiet neighborhood near the lake. She has two dogs – a male, Derby, and a female, Mabel, whom we were afraid of at first. Nora is an avid traveler. She has been to Mexico, Italy, China, France. She plans to visit Argentina and other countries. In her free time she goes to a Buddhist temple, attends yoga classes, does rock climbing and kayaks. She also plays guitar and likes to watch travel shows. She listens to blues and country. That's the mini-dossier. In just a few days she showed us all of Dallas! We ate at real American diners, listened to the chants of Buddhist monks, went to the movies, and didn't skip the museums! We learned a few words in Thai. For example, the greeting 'savatika'. And we tried Thai food. We drove to the lake and took photos. We saw George Bush's house. At least that's what the locals say, but nobody has seen him there yet. At first we were afraid to go to the lake because of mosquitoes — carriers of a deadly virus. We put on hoodies, sneakers and jeans. Everyone asks us: where are you from? And we: from Florida — the Sunshine State. And now for the main thing: Linkin Park was AWESOME. Yes, we were at their concert! Chester sings and screams just a few meters away! The songs were both new and old, which we never could have expected. Everyone sings along, and we sing louder! Craaaaaaaaaaaawling iiiiiiiiiiiin my skiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin! These wooooooooooooooooounds, they wiiiiiiiil not heeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaal!!!!!!!! The photos turned out pretty good, and the videos too. We couldn't even imagine we'd get to a Linkin Park concert before! Awesome! So many positive emotions! Live sound! We tore it up! That's rock! Filled with bright hopes and charged with positive emotions, Nora and I went to the Greyhound station. We had tickets for 3 a.m. After warmly saying goodbye to our new Texas friend, we grabbed a bite and were about to check our suitcase. Then we discovered that our bus to New Orleans was canceled! Shock. The reason was the approaching Hurricane Isaac. We had to stay at Nora's for one more night. We hope to get on the next bus. We'll write when we get to New Orleans! Good luck! Adios!