GUM: qué hay cerca, cómo llegar y cuándo ir · 2026

ANAziz Nadjimutdinovanadjimutdinov · 23 dic 2015Leer

Well, actually, once we reached Seattle itself, we started hitting the sights. First of all, Kelsey, of course, took me to the Gum Wall. It's a famous wall completely covered in chewing gum, and she had already shared some gum with me beforehand. When you walk up to this alley, you're speechless. It's a truly cool sight. Yes, many say it's pointless, but it brought so many people from all over the world together, didn't it? Yes, it's a bit gross, but it looks cool. Although, some news came out quite recently. About a month or a month and a half ago, the wall was completely cleaned. You can check it out here. Although, of course, people have already started filling it up again, but now it will take a very, very long time to repeat 20 years of history. And my gum was removed too... In the same place, or rather up the stairs, is the famous Public Market, which is a gathering place for all tourists and locals at one market. Here, in a huge crowd, many very interesting and unique things, seafood, souvenirs, and just everyday junk are sold. You can wander there endlessly, as well as spend money, although at that moment I was already trying to keep my wallet closed tight. In the same place is the world's first Starbucks, which is also a must-visit for all fans of both just coffee and this brand. After that, we headed to the Fremont Troll statue, which is located under the George Washington Memorial Bridge. There used to be a terrible dump at this spot, and the government announced a competition for the best project to clean up this bridge. Among the finalists was this Troll, which received funding. By the way, he has a real Mini Cooper in his hand. And he himself came from Scandinavian fairy tales. In general, during my stay in Seattle, I noticed that there are really a lot of statues, monuments, and the like in this city. The locals are free in their creativity and are always ready to let their imagination fly, so at every step you can meet a sculpture on any topic that will have some deep meaning, or just remind you of some events. There is even a statue of Lenin here. Just like that. By the way, I'll say a word. If there are people reading me from Uzbekistan, I will very quickly remind you that Seattle has been a sister city to Tashkent for over 30 years. And there is even a Tashkent Park, but unfortunately, I didn't make it there. After the Troll, we headed to perhaps the most popular attraction in the city - the Space Needle. In essence, there is nothing supernatural about it, except that it offers an excellent view of the city from all sides. The ticket itself costs $22 without any options to go even higher (as it was at the Empire State Building), and the height of the ascent is 158.5 meters or 520 feet. But the view is still excellent. Yes, by the way, I forgot to mention that not far from that Market there are wonderful piers, where the main entertainment is feeding seagulls with french fries. At first, it seems dangerous, but then you realize that they are absolutely harmless, and just come up and ask for food, like kittens. It's actually quite fun. Another entertainment for tourists. And finally, she showed me a very cool place where, by the way, the movie "10 Things I Hate About You" was once filmed, and in general, there was also an excellent view of the city: And then Kelsey had to go to class, so she dropped me off near my bank so I could get money, and she left. After the bank, I still had to wander around for a while, so I managed to eat and walk through several shops. One of them turned out to be a gorgeous kitchen knife shop, where you could find any modern brand, both expensive and cheap, both American and Japanese. For a chef, it's a little paradise. That's where I spent about 30 minutes, just chatting with the seller and discussing different models. If you are chefs, you will understand my thrill of being in this store. Although I had already managed to buy knives at that moment. Besides this, I managed to get i

СМСергей Мигинmigin94 · 19 dic 2014Leer

June. ...a month that helped me rethink the value of my life. I arrived on May 22nd, and by June 1st, during my first weekend off granted by my employers John and Cindy, I visited the city I wanted to see most at that moment – New York. You simply can't describe this city and its atmosphere in words; you have to feel and hear it! In other words, enjoy the moment that is happening right now. During my two-day stay, I managed to visit Central Park and get caught in the rain, ride the subway multiple times, lose track of time at the famous Times Square, try sushi for the first time, and then visit the famous bar built in honor of Forrest Gump, aptly named "Bubba Gump." I watched the sunset from the 102nd floor of the Empire State Building, stuffed myself at McDonald's, got lost around the Manhattan Bridge and Brooklyn Bridge, and, of course, rode a double-decker sightseeing bus in 30-degree heat. In short, I had a crazy chase for time and emotions over 48 hours. As for the Statue of Liberty, I couldn't come to America and not visit it! And I did, but on August 28th, the day before my departure! June 10th. I'm lying on the asphalt hearing only my heartbeat, with noise all around, and through that noise, I hear car horns and the sound of tires on the pavement... (this moment reminded me of some movie where the hero kept getting into trouble). I was hit by a car... but it happened so fast that I only remember the car hitting me from the front and me flying off my bicycle, my favorite bike, and in that instant, I thought: "I should have gone to see that cinema tomorrow." Then, falling face-first onto the asphalt, I eventually ended up on my left side, and that was the moment I realized I was okay. But a broken nose... Up until June 26th, all I did was work, meet new people, and handle documents related to my work and J-1 Visa status. Oh, right, I almost forgot, I worked as an amusement ride operator, and my ride was called the "Ferris Wheel," or as we call it, but the real name of that wheel was "Giant Wheel." It was a very interesting job where I could spend a lot of time speaking English, thereby improving my level, and sitting in the shade with air conditioning in 35-degree heat. For an outdoor job, it's just super! Why did I choose June 26th? Because it's my birthday, and I had been waiting for it since I arrived in the USA. The day started with a Skype call from my parents. I was very happy about it, and at the same time, listening to the congratulations from home, I started to miss Kazakhstan and my friends who couldn't be there. But I especially missed my home that day. If only there were a way to fly back for one day, celebrate with everyone, and then fly back to the States in the morning. It was 12:16 AM when we finished talking, and I, as usual, jumped out of bed and went to wash up. When I went upstairs, no one was there; all ten of my roommates were already at work, working hard. I fried some sausages in the microwave and made eggs. This is, essentially, my usual lonely breakfast in the mornings in the absence of my savior, Aika. Perhaps she is the only person who worried about my hungry stomach, sometimes even more than I did! By one o'clock, I was at my usual workplace and wondering why no one was really congratulating me today? Maybe they were waiting for something? I turned on some rap in my headphones and waited for my clients. At 6 PM, I always had a break, and this day was no exception, but something had to happen. When I told Cindy and John (my employers) that I was going to grab a bite at McDonald's, they said I didn't need to go anywhere and that food was already prepared. At that moment, I finally realized they were waiting for six o'clock to congratulate me. And that's how it happened: before I could even reach the parking lot at the back of our amusement park, I saw Cindy carrying a bright green cake with my name written in frosting right in the center. And what else do you think they came up with? They went

TPTatsiana PalchankaTanechka_for_you · 12 abr 2010Leer

We hopped on the bus, I ate a couple of cookies, and we went for a walk!) Me, two Olyas from the Linguistic University, and Katya) We went for a walk around Moscow, and Olya gave us a full tour!!!!))))))))) I'll say it publicly right now - I'm the biggest fool ever! I went to Moscow in HEELS!!! Seriously, a total fool! I rubbed my feet so badly, it was hooooorrible!!!!!!! Just dying!!!! At first, I had the energy to walk somewhere, but then I only had one desire - to crash in the bus... But the bus was closed until 6:00 PM, and the drivers were sleeping!!!)))) Moscow makes an interesting impression. It feels like you've ended up in the times of Tsarist Russia, the 18th or 19th century)))))) It also seemed like everything was in some kind of fog) At first, I thought it was from exhaustion, nerves, and lack of sleep. But in reality, it was all dust!!!))))) First, we went to Old Arbat)))))) The street is cool, but looooong))) There are homeless-looking guys walking around with signs advertising various restaurants, and women in their 50s running around in traditional Russian outfits with kokoshniks, calling people into souvenir shops! I thought it was a joke that there are many non-Russian people in Moscow, but there really are a lot of them!))) At least I met many)))))) And also a lot of foreigners) We found a McDonald's (as they jokingly wrote in the newsletter, a "chain of free toilets"), although we struggled to find the restroom there)))))))) Well, we are provincials after all))) Then we went to the Cathedral of Christ the Saviour (though I might be confusing the name already))))) It was so beautifuuuuul!!!))) Then I hobbled (can't find another word) to the Peter the Great monument)))) God, I thought I wouldn't make it back...) It was warm outside, great weather for a tour of Moscow, but I was already dying here... The girls started to give up too) We trudged back, but a different way! Through the Kremlin! That Kremlin wall is so looooong!!!!)))))) But the impression is really cool) Like a castle! We came out to Vasilyevsky Spusk (though we were going uphill), and when I saw that the road was COBBLESTONE, I thought about taking off my shoes and walking barefoot!!! But we somehow managed to reach St. Basil's Cathedral (again, afraid to mix up the name)))))). Well, yes, it's beautiful, but the other buildings impressed me even more! They looked like they were drawn from a picture! I especially liked one red one, and it felt like it had snow on it!)) (Remember those old glass Christmas ornaments in the shape of a hut covered in snow? Well, it felt like it was one HUGE ornament)))) We came out to GUM, to Manezhnaya Square (so I don't mix it up again), and my state became like a sick penguin that ended up in Africa. Because I was already stopping to understand what was even happening! It was only 3 PM, and my feet were falling off! (And you're wondering why I'm telling you all this??? I just want to describe the huge route I trudged and hobbled!) We trudged to Old Arbat, went into Il Patio, wanted to eat something hot, and rest wouldn't hurt. We ordered pasta (mmmmm, so delicious) and juice))))) The waitress couldn't leave us alone) She either brought a discount coupon (if the order is over 1000 rubles - 450 discount, almost 50%), or tried to push some card on us) And we, pale and tired, didn't need anything anymore)))))) We probably looked pathetic from the side)))))))))))))) But after eating, we started smiling, and (oh my!) remembered that a few hours ago we were given our visa!!!!))) We went into a store, bought vodka (well, as a gift)))), we didn't want to drink on the bus anymore )))))) Standing at the checkout. Olya: "I wonder how we'll explain that we don't have our passports"))))) And everyone is smiling, everyone remembered that the passports are at the embassy! WOO-HOO!!!))) The saleswoman looks at me and asks: "Are you 20?", and I start digging in my wallet, "No" - I say - "Only 50" (rubles)) )) She says "I meant your

ППолинаmillimirrow · 9 ene 2010Leer

I was never a fan of America. It's just... Even when two of my good friends went to the States last summer for Work and Travel USA, I was quite indifferent to it. But then they came back in September... And suddenly everything just clicked. I made up my mind in one evening. And now I can't pull myself away from my laptop; I'm reading, searching, and watching everything possible about the program, about the States themselves, reading the diaries of guys and girls :) I remember my friend and I talking in the evening about how in 1.5 years we have to take our state exams for an additional translator's diploma. And how the girls really improved their language skills after America... And somehow, one word led to another, and soon we were thinking: "What if?" At first, only my friend was thinking about it somewhat seriously. But then I just decided. For myself. Suddenly, in a minute. There were two reasons: of course, to improve my English, and also to earn at least some money to pay for university in my 5th year. Having spent all last summer in Moscow looking for any kind of money, I had no hope of earning anything in the summer of 2010. But I need the money. I told my parents a week later. I gradually led the conversation to it, found a thousand and one arguments, and by the time of the decisive phone call, I probably had a gigabyte-sized folder named USA on my laptop :))) And then everything started spinning... At first, I was really obsessed with this idea. I read almost the entire forum, VKontakte groups, looked at photos, constantly read blogs... And gathered more and more information. Now, 3 months have passed since the decision. What has changed? :) My desire to go to the States hasn't changed. I've just become a little calmer. My perception of many things has shifted. And partly even my plans for the future. It's too early to talk about that. Now the main thing is to pay the 2nd installment for the program and fill out the application. And of course, pass the embassy interview. And we are waiting for the job offer, it should be here soon :)))

DDariamiata_breath · 30 oct 2009Leer

10 hours after my last post about how wonderful my life was, I got fired from Señor Frog's. YOU CAN NEVER PLAN ANYTHING. Carlitos hired an awesome new hostess, Crystal, who was a total go-getter, spoke English, Spanish, and Japanese, and also had an impressive C-cup. Working with her was a pleasure... except for the moment when, 2 hours later (just as I bent down to hide my tea cup under the hostess stand), Carlitos came up to me and said we needed to talk... - Dusha, when are you leaving??? (he insisted on writing my name as Dusha on all the lists) - Actually, I am going to stay for the next few weeks... It became clear whose favor his decision was in... A Russian girl with an accent who is leaving, or an awesome new local girl who the whole restaurant is crazy about... What was unclear was what he said next. "Dusha, you know... every day when I came to the restaurant, everyone was complaining about you... clients, staff... managers. Everyone was complaining." And he, poor guy, endured it all because he is, first and foremost, humane, and second... humane (quote). He wanted to give a poor Russian migrant a chance to earn money and not starve to death. He asked me not to be upset, but advised me to socialize more and say that I am from Scotland, not Russia... After that monologue, I couldn't even pick my jaw up off the floor. I liked the Scotland part the most. And I don't even know... there was no resentment, because I understood he was right. He lied a little, since there were no complaints - he would have scolded me immediately, pointing out what I did wrong... he didn't provide a single argument about when I messed up. But he was right that, as a manager, he made a smart decision. And what killed me... was that I am uncompetitive. I spent the whole evening messing around, deciding what to do with my meaningless Hawaiian existence. Losing a job at the moment when you changed your return tickets, counting on the best... losing a job at the moment when your boyfriend, whom you don't see anyway because you're working or he's working, just got hired there... Losing a job because of the language, when 2 months ago you thought there were NO problems and pronounced 'can't' as 'kant', 'the' as 'ze', and 'thanks' as 'senks'. Yeah... and the main thing is that Carlitos was right. All this happened on Saturday... and then... at night the condom broke, and all Sunday I walked around hating myself, until Monday, when everything changed very coolly again...