Newark: Guía de viajes, precios y alojamiento gratuito · 2026

DDDmitrii DvornikovBonhamJohn · 31 oct 2012Leer

And so the fateful day arrived. September 10th. The first thought upon waking: my last day in the States. I had an even longer journey ahead than usual to Manhattan. I was heading to Brooklyn to see Lena, who had my suitcases. I remember her explaining to me: "Always take the trains heading Downtown, you don't want to go to the Bronx, man, you don't want to!" A long, long way to Lena's, and then waiting until I could get her attention. The thing is, I didn't have an American phone back then, and the intercom in her building didn't really work. In the end, I arrived, shouted for her, threw pebbles at her window, and luckily, after half an hour, she finally opened the door. "-Did you forget anything? -Doesn't look like it!" In the end, I still left behind an iPod box with an old player and a camera. Small things, Lena brought them all to me later. The bus to Newark. Strange, but that's where I was flying out of. I took one last look at the Manhattan skyline. Mixed feelings, though. When we entered Jersey, I immediately remembered the words from How I Met Your Mother: "Ted, you can't move to New Jersey! Teeed! It's New Jersey!" Check-in, luggage. That was it. Time to say goodbye to Lena. Ha, we said goodbye as if we wouldn't see each other again, even though a week later we were already sitting together at university, whining to each other about how we wanted to go back. I put her on the bus back to New York; she was flying out just a day later. I remember wandering around the airport, eating at McDonald's, going into Duty Free to buy my dad a carton of American Marlboro. Well, that's about it. Everything is a bit blurry; my head was overflowing with two diametrically opposed desires at the same time: to return home and to stay here. Well, I decided to be good and not do anything stupid, so I got on the plane. There's no point in telling what happened next, I think. That's how my best summer ended, the most memorable one, full of ridiculously funny stories, new friends, and unforgettable impressions. It's a huge experience, not just of the language. It's an experience of survival, real survival; you have to think with your head, hustle, and do everything to make your life easier. Without that, unfortunately, it's very easy to ruin your summer. Despite all the problems and difficulties before the trip and during the trip—and there were plenty, as usual—I am wildly glad that I went through the 7 circles of hell and made it to the States. Thanks to all my relatives, friends, teachers who gave me easy exams, thanks to the guys I happened to meet in the USA, thanks to Janus Inc. for such a wonderful workplace and Pontiac, thank you, thank you, thank you.

VVolhaOlya_Mag · 25 ene 2010Leer

We arrived at Newark a bit late, so we were there at midnight. Four of us, all Russians traveling solo, gathered together. One left, and there were three of us left—three Belarusians in a completely new country. We sat next to our suitcases talking for about 5 hours. No one dared to go outside at that hour. It was cold out there, it was much warmer in the airport, and where could you even go at that time? So we entertained each other with stories and didn't feel like sleeping anyway. Closer to 5 AM, we went to look for an exit and the way to New York. It turned out to be quite simple. At the bus stop, we met a Black woman who helped us get on the "right" bus—meaning for $1.50 instead of $5. Once inside, we met another American who told us where to get off to catch the subway and showed us everything. But we still had 2 hours left. We rested after dropping our bags. And then we split up again. And now there were two of us—two newbies in this city. I called a hostel that was nearby. It turned out to be a pretty funny place. I settled in there, said goodbye to my companion, left my bags at the hostel, and ran out to see this world-class city. At first, I was overwhelmed by indescribable feelings—admiration, awe, delight... I walked around with my head held high, occasionally closing my mouth. What struck me immediately was that everyone during the day (and it was around 12 PM) was wearing sneakers or flip-flops. And this is Manhattan!!!! Not a single girl in heels. And everyone is flying somewhere, rushing, talking on the phone... Later, while talking to a Russian girl I knew, she told me that this is normal, and that I, wearing a light dress and stilettos, didn't fit in at all and looked very "European." In the evening, my American roommate told me that Michael Jackson had died, and she was almost crying herself. I was never a fan of his work, and I didn't really know his music at all. But what happened to New York the next day! People gathered in parks and other places, singing his songs... It was very beautiful. In the 2 days I spent in this city, I realized it wasn't that wonderful. The air was terrible—either it just seemed that way to me after my "clean" Minsk, or it was all the heat, but it was hard to breathe. I walked all over Manhattan, took the subway once, and learned where all the public libraries were located—that was exactly where you could easily get online. I left this city without much regret; I still had a very long journey ahead to Maryland, but back then I didn't know it would be so long!!!

UUSAblogi · 2 oct 2009Leer

Damn, I really wanted to start describing my trip from day one, but as usual for me, everything is left until the last moment. But apparently, the raccoon living near our house provoked me to fill out this blog after 5 days have passed. So, the flight was great, I didn't sleep, chatted with the guys, took photos of the clouds, and listened to the radio at an altitude of several thousand meters. In Washington, we were exhausted; I hadn't slept for 24 hours in Russia before that, and then the jet lag sent my body into SHOCK. So, after R. and I finally made it to Newark, I discovered my mobile phone was missing—the one I took for God knows why. But the thing is, it was even working in Washington!!! That's it, the phone is gone. They also broke into my suitcase and tossed everything around... Just magical. Searching for housing was pretty exhausting. 3 AM in Brooklyn with a broken suitcase will stay in my memory forever. After that, there was Manhattan and a jazz shelter for students. The first attempt to get in touch with relatives via Skype was unsuccessful. Talking to a Black guy shocked me regarding my English skills, motherf*er!!!!! Day 1. Feeling fresh in the morning, we went looking for a phone for me... I'm too lazy to write, see you...