Μαϊάμι: Ταξιδιωτικός οδηγός, τιμές και δωρεάν διαμονή · 2026

ASAlina Sivachevaalina_sivacheva · 27 Νοε 2019Διάβασμα

MIAMI We saved Miami for the end of our program. While we visited New York and Boston in the middle of summer, we kept Miami for “dessert.” Miami means beaches, white sand, a tropical climate, a warm ocean, carefree relaxation, a “hot” Spanish mentality, and an atmosphere of a constant party. *TIP FOR TRAVELERS TO MIAMI: Just fly there and ENJOY!!;)))

BSBulat Shaydullinbulat8801 · 1 Φεβ 2015Διάβασμα

"You can't just not go to Miami if you're in Florida" (c) Joyful after magical Orlando and fully confident that I had a place to stay, I arrived at the bus station and said goodbye to the receptionist. And then I realized that I didn't have his brother's address, only a phone number that wasn't being answered. Apparently, I thought, I'm not that lucky. And I promised myself to find accommodation in Washington as soon as I had the chance. Getting on the bus from Orlando to Miami, I was taken aback: it was full. Almost full—there was only one seat next to a suspicious man in a dirty t-shirt and with an unkempt beard, where no one was sitting. I had to sit down. We started talking. Then we started playing chess on his phone. Then he started showing photos of his children, grandchildren, wife, house, cars, and motorcycles. Yes, he was by no means a vagrant, but a man with 3 cars, 4 motorcycles, a wife, children, grandchildren, and his own house. Looks are deceiving) When we started talking about me, I said that I was a student, had worked all summer in the States, and was now traveling, but I had nowhere to stay in Miami; and I immediately asked if I could stay with them? I immediately added that I was ready to pay them $20 a day. He called his wife and sent her my photo, after which permission to stay was granted) Tip: Don't be shy to ask for help and don't be afraid to offer it. This man turned out to be a former military man. Huge knives, machetes, crossbows, rifles, bows, arrows, a Colt Python, revolvers, a heavy Desert Eagle, bullets—half of this was hanging on the wall, half was hidden in his closet, and a bow was lying in the backyard, which I took advantage of. I immediately found myself accommodation in Washington so as not to bother random people on the bus. Honestly, I didn't go to those famous pretentious clubs. And it's a shame I didn't manage to go alligator hunting. But not going to Miami Beach would have been a crime! Yes, if you don't know, the de facto main language in Florida is Spanish: very, very, very many Spanish speakers don't know English and don't understand why they should learn it—everyone speaks their language anyway. Even announcements at the Miami airport and at the Greyhound station sound first in Spanish, and only then in English. In my presence, a Mexican woman approached a salesperson, started saying something quickly, the saleswoman replied that she didn't speak Spanish, and the Mexican woman started a scandal and called the manager. Such are the things. Maybe I had been on the beaches of South Carolina for too long, maybe the Harry Potter park was still playing in my head—but I didn't feel any special joy from the snow-white sand of Miami. A sunny city, a beautiful sandy beach, an absolutely empty downtown—all this needs to be seen, but I don't see the point in staying here for more than 3-4 days. Therefore, as soon as Wednesday came, I paid for the gas for the couple who took me in and left for Washington.

АБАнастасия Безуглаяasti17 · 14 Οκτ 2010Διάβασμα

And off we went! The night on the bus flew by, and by the next morning, we were already in Miami. We reached the hostel surprisingly quickly, even though we didn't even have a city map. You can always call the front desk and ask for directions or ask the locals if you have the address. By the way, throughout the entire trip, we didn't have a single map of any city!)))) I still don't understand how we survived!)) Anyway, I got distracted!) What was I talking about..? …Miami…)) Those who think there's nothing there but beaches and clubs are deeply mistaken! Miami has a very beautiful downtown, which I liked even more than the skyscrapers of New York. South Beach is home to the world's largest Art Deco district. Also, Miami has many museums, including the famous Museum of Contemporary Art. And the warm, azure ocean only adds to the charm of this place. I really want to recommend the hostel where we stayed! It's located in the very center of South Beach, just a 5-minute walk from the beach. They also provide breakfast, lunch, and dinner, all for just 30 dollars. But that's not even the main thing! You can get into the best clubs in Miami almost for free if you stay at the Miami Beach International Hostel! It works like this: they leave lists at the front desk, you sign yourself and your friends up, and you get a VIP pass to the club. Around 11 o'clock, everyone who wants to party gathers downstairs and heads to the party together. And instead of standing in line at face control, tipsy and disheveled students walk in through the VIP entrance, ignoring the envious looks of the crowd! For example, my friend and I got into Mansion, which is in the top 5 best clubs in the world... (at least that's what they claim themselves)))) and we only paid 5 dollars for entry!) I won't even try to describe this club. The fact that Lil Wayne performed there the next day, Snoop Dogg 3 days after us, and Paul van Dyk a week later explains everything better than words...)

ССлаваErofeev · 11 Οκτ 2010Διάβασμα

We didn't think long about where to go from the Big Apple. The choice didn't just fall, it rushed to Miami. $150 and off we go. It was hard to part with 4500 rubles!! #tip #2 Once you are in America, forget about rubles. Try never to convert the cost in dollars into rubles. The faster you learn this, the easier it will be for you to go to grocery stores. _ People say they love traveling by bus. I disagree. Seeing America from bus windows?! That's like watching a movie through a keyhole while in a movie theater! #tip #3 Sorry for the anti-advertising... If you have the opportunity, never travel on "Grayhound" buses! We traveled to Miami for 33 hours, and we were standing for 6.5 of them! These stops at night were especially unbearable, when the whole bus is kicked out to the station. Poor passengers, like zombies, wander around the station... I noticed there is a plane ticket price on the site... $180! It's better to overpay $30 and save 30 hours. After all, time is one of the most important categories in our life. __ So, the agonizing 33 hours are over! Miami... I love writing Miami... I like the graphic look of this word written in Latin script much more than in Cyrillic. This city reluctantly took us into the embrace of its waves. The bus unloaded us in a city at night, after the rain, and in some bad neighborhood too. I'll tell you how we slept. At 1 or 2 a.m., we were kicked out of the bus station building because those are the operating hours. We have: a few bags, asphalt, humid air that makes clothes and hair damp, as well as metal benches covered in water, lizards and rats running near trash cans. They say hunger is not an aunt... Well, sleep is not an aunt either and will force you to sleep anywhere. =) One of us, the most agile, lay down on the bags, and the rest settled on the benches, previously wiped dry of water with newspapers. The night passed in anticipation of dangers from all sides... But it passed.

UUSAblogi · 5 Οκτ 2009Διάβασμα

That's how we ended up settling in Little Havana, a Cuban neighborhood in Miami... a tiny, tiny apartment... there's a 3cm hole under the door, and through it, 'guests' come to visit us—Florida cockroaches... or lizards... and once, there was even a mouse. But on the bright side, we only paid $500 a month for two, which is very cheap by Miami standards. We're surrounded by a Spanish-speaking community; the Cubans are a bit intense, crazy even—when you walk down the street in the morning, you hear characteristic whistling, greetings, obscenities, and loud kisses behind you... 'Hola, chikas bonitas! Hi, mami! Hola, muchachas...' At first, it was fun—we aren't used to that back home, and suddenly you're getting so much attention! But after a couple of days, it started to get genuinely annoying: you're standing at a bus stop waiting for the bus, and passing cars honk at you, nasty Cuban faces lean out of the windows blowing kisses and compliments or offering rides... one guy even pulled up to us twice while we were waiting—we barely managed to explain we didn't need his help, since he didn't understand English... eventually, we just started telling them all off—some in Russian, some in English... or answering their Spanish in Russian.)) At night, or even in the evening, it's better not to go out at all—it's dangerous. Also, one thing surprised us: you walk to work in the morning and see someone's sneakers hanging high up on the power lines... that's how the progressive Cuban youth entertain themselves—stealing shoes and throwing them up there. Our commute to work became shorter, but there was no entertainment provided—this isn't Miami Beach, where you can take a peaceful evening stroll through the city at night... everything is different here... so we had to come up with our own entertainment and tried to spend our shared days off wisely.

UUSAblogi · 5 Οκτ 2009Διάβασμα

As I mentioned, our landlady took charge of finding us a place to stay. And I must say, she approached it with full responsibility. The very next day, she called me and my friend over and said she had found the best place ever! That place turned out to be... a house! Our own house with two bathrooms, a fridge, air conditioning... right next to Reyna's house, 5 minutes from work and the beach! The only thing was, there was no furniture, but we didn't have to pay anything. We worked in the heart of a national park; after sunset, no one was allowed in. The only people living in this part of the island were rangers (park staff) and the owners of the restaurant where we worked. If Reyna hadn't told us that someone lived there, we wouldn't have known, because the houses were far from the prying eyes of vacationers, securely hidden behind trees. One of the rangers had lived in this house before us, which is why there was no furniture—she had just moved out. There was still electricity, but it could have been cut off any day. There was no lock on the door, but as it turned out, no one on the island, in this part of the park, locks their doors—there's no one to fear, only animals around: rabbits, squirrels, storks, iguanas, raccoons, and parrots. By the way, it was the best place we lived in during our time in Miami. It's a pity we didn't stay there for long. For two days, everything was just perfect: we didn't have to wake up at 5:40 anymore, we slept until 8!!! Then we had a leisurely breakfast and walked to work—only 5 minutes away! We didn't lock the doors, and we finally had a place to leave our things. We slept on the floor (it was carpeted), and the landlady brought us bedding. We had our own house! A huge space, 5 or 6 rooms... two bathrooms! Beautiful! In the evening after work, we met on the beach (when we lived on Miami Beach, we couldn't afford that—we got home from work when it was already dark). And on the beach, everything was free for employees: sun loungers, umbrellas, pedal boats, and even kayaks! All the rangers knew us and treated us kindly; it was great! But happiness is never complete. It's a good thing we didn't unpack our things—we just knew. Two days later, Reyna informed us that we had to move out. Volunteers had arrived at the park, and the house would be given to them. It was very disappointing to lose everything like that... homeless again. But the landlady didn't abandon us in trouble; she said that if she couldn't find us housing, she was ready to take us in herself. But it didn't come to that. The next day, Reyna took us to look at apartments—a small flat in the Cuban district of Miami, Little Havana. Well, what can I say? After changing so many places, I wanted to be sure about tomorrow, I wanted to be able to unpack my things properly, put food in the fridge instead of wherever, and not carry a bag with documents and return tickets everywhere. But after having what was practically our own house, we were not ready to see THIS (what turned out to be our future shelter)... not at all. Here I must tell you in more detail about the place where we spent all the remaining time in Miami—our 5th house... oh, what a house... a tiny, minuscule apartment... the whole thing was the size of one of the rooms in our previous house. The walls were painted a terrible yellow color, and there was an air conditioner on the wall that made the wall vibrate noticeably. You had to go up steps to get to the bathroom, the kitchen was right in the bedroom (1x2 m), there was a microwave, but it didn't work, there was a stove, but you couldn't turn it on at the same time as the air conditioner—otherwise, everything would go wrong=))

UUSAblogi · 5 Οκτ 2009Διάβασμα

One day at the restaurant, when it wasn't very busy, one of the waitresses, Yuneisy, asked me where we were living in Miami... after finding out how much we had to pay and how long it took to commute, she was, to put it mildly, shocked... she then called a council (a few other people from the restaurant) and they discussed something at length and emotionally in Spanish... later, she shared their decision with me: Mario, a waiter from my restaurant, agreed to host Nadya and me at his place for a couple of weeks - completely free of charge!! He is 40 years old, divorced, and has two daughters who are currently living with their mother... plus, he will drive us to work, which will take significantly less time... without thinking twice, we agreed... 2 b continued

UUSAblogi · 5 Οκτ 2009Διάβασμα

Living in a hostel on Miami Beach was cool, but expensive... and there were a few downsides too... for example, the fact that there were two other people in the room besides us... and they were constantly changing!! You fall asleep - there's one girl sleeping in the next bed, you wake up - it's someone else... or there's no one at all! I was worried about my things... although, the truth is, we didn't have that many things to begin with! My luggage still hadn't been found by then... what was good was that there was a Laundry right in the hostel. How many evenings we spent there!! We didn't have many clothes, so we'd come back from work and head straight to the Laundry to wash... only that stupid laundry room worked poorly - it would wash okay, but it didn't want to dry the clothes! We tried everything! We'd load the dryer 5 times, throw in coins... and sit on the ironing board for 20 minutes, guarding our stuff! And that was 3 rounds almost every evening... until dark, basically)) The clothes absolutely refused to dry in the room! The air conditioner worked like a charm! It was even cold at night! During our short stay in that hostel, we really wore Damien out)))) Poor guy... the machine isn't washing - Damien, help! Need to leave bags in storage - Damien... need internet - Damien again)) cold in the room - Damien again.. but he had it especially hard with the laundry, of course: either there was no detergent, or our quarter got stuck in the machine, or it wouldn't wash, or it wouldn't dry, or we just invited him along for company)) He even learned how to say it in Russian - (forgive the accuracy of the reproduction) - "f*ing washing machine," which really surprised us )) We laughed from the heart, and the expression stuck again)) to denote insurmountable difficulties)) and just because.. he was a cool guy, we miss him. And it was also good that everything was nearby: shops etc.. and especially the beach! My first swim in the ocean happened under the motto "crazy russians!!")) I remind you that my swimsuit was in my luggage, and the luggage was somewhere on the way to Miami... I was walking around the city in a black dress I had recently bought at Ross.. and so, after work, we had some time left to drop by the beach.. Nadya ran into the water, and I stayed on the shore with our things... she was swimming and calling me to join her... but how could I go - I was in a new dress, without a swimsuit... and if I got the dress wet, it wouldn't have time to dry by tomorrow... we all remember the damn laundry.... and it's a 10-minute walk through the city to the hostel.... what would people think... but after 10 minutes I didn't care that the dress was new, and after 15 - that it would be wet.. it's the ocean after all!! Nadya ran out to the shore, grabbed my hand, and dragged me into the water! We jumped in the water, caught waves... we were happy and having fun.... and then we walked through the city to the hostel)))) Water was streaming off me, I was smiling and wringing out my dress)) People pointed fingers at us and said "crazy russians" instructively and knowingly)) but we didn't care)) We arrived at the hostel, Damien asked if I was okay (..I really wanted to add: in the head...=) ) Of course, I was okay! It couldn't be better)) As for the rest of that evening, I think you can already guess... another evening spent in the laundry room... sitting on the ironing board, throwing coins into the Dryer, trying to dry my dress and Nadya's swimsuit... it didn't work again, we called Damien.. what followed was untranslatable Polish folklore...)) Tomorrow we are moving out and he won't see us anymore... people from the restaurant sympathized with our fate and decided to take us in for a while... for free, naturally.. it's an adventure... damn, we should have just stayed in the hostel back then...