Hamburg: Travel guide, prices and free housing · 2026

LLLiubov Lopakovalyubalopakova · Dec 15, 2017Read

Surely you have all heard that there are many overweight people in America. This is indeed true. The reason for this is the lack of healthy food at affordable prices, as well as a lack of awareness about the harm fast food does to the body. For Americans, high-calorie processed foods, hamburgers, french fries, and nuggets are staple foods. In Russia, boiled chicken is considered healthy food, but for them, nuggets replace it. I remember once working in a park in the children's area next to a cafe, and a father and son were sitting there. The man was forcing the boy to eat french fries and nuggets, when suddenly he turned to me and said: "Young lady, please explain to my child that chicken with vegetables is incredibly healthy!" That is, he implied that french fries are a healthy vegetable that is necessary for a child's body. As soon as you arrive in the States, try the local fast food. It is definitely different from ours. Even if you take a portion of Subway, which is in a flatbread, there is a significant difference. But my advice to you is not to get carried away. As we know, there are practically no vitamins in it. Immunity drops instantly, and that's where all sorts of illnesses begin. And getting treatment here is oh so expensive. Do not skimp on food. It is better to spend a little extra and buy fruits and organic dairy products. I also highly recommend the Tasty Buffet cafe, which is located at 228 MA-28, West Yarmouth. It is a Chinese buffet that includes various types of meat, potatoes, vegetables, salads, fruits, seafood, and, of course, very delicious scoop ice cream. Admission is $13 plus $2 for a drink that you can refill as many times as you want. It is really worth it. We were really saved by the supplies of porridge, pasta, and soups we brought from home. Since there was a stove and a microwave in the place where we lived, we could easily cook something from them. You can buy a pot in local stores for about six dollars. So keep that in mind.

TZTatiana Zubarevatatyana.zubareva.0807 · Feb 1, 2015Read

Myrtle Beach is a small J-1 state on the oceanfront, a cute resort town with a bunch of hotels, bars, restaurants, amusement parks, and other entertainment) A ton of seasonal workers come for the summer from everywhere: Russia, Moldova, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Turkey, Ireland, Poland... If you want to improve your language skills, Myrtle is not for you, but if you want to party hard with students just like you, it's exactly what you need! Gradually, I stopped being surprised when clubs played "Tanets Loktey," "Mama-Lyuba," and other Russian hits. Americans come to such parties exclusively to meet Russian beauties! So, girls, who knows – maybe you'll find your happiness right there, in America, in sunny Myrtle or somewhere else) Personally, American guys showered me with compliments, texts, dinner invitations, one even proposed marriage) Of course, you shouldn't believe everyone, they are quite the talkers) I had just turned 20 in America, and the law that you can only drink alcohol from the age of 21 gave the summer a peculiar twist) At the entrance to nightclubs, visitors show their IDs and get red bracelets marked "over 21" or green ones saying "under 21"; in some clubs, they even draw a big cross on the back of your hand with a marker) Well, would I really not use Russian ingenuity if I wanted to have a drink for the mood? Crosses wash off easily, and in my bag, I had a red bracelet carefully removed from the wrist of one of my 21-year-old friends last time – that's it! We put it on, drink up, and party on)) Although, when the police showed up at our student party where everyone was drinking, it got a bit uneasy – many weren't 21 and nobody wanted trouble! Fortunately, everything worked out) After Kolya left, I moved from a hotel with an ocean view to a typical messy student apartment in a black neighborhood with mattresses on the floor) A sharp return from heaven to earth, so to speak! But that's not so important: I was morally crushed by the breakup with Kolya, cried for two days, spent hours on the phone! I would never have thought that in two weeks you could get so used to each other! And one day he really cheered me up by sending flowers through a delivery service, it was very nice) Again, I had to set up my J-1 life: I carried clothes to the laundromat, quite cheap - 2 dollars to wash and dry everything, I went to Walmart for groceries! Walmart is a separate topic! They have everything here: food, SIM cards, appliances, shoes, clothes, greeting cards, stationery, endless rows of mysterious boxes, 5-liter jugs of milk! It's cheaper to buy everything in bulk - Americans stock up for the whole week! I love healthy food, I spent quite a bit of money on fruits and vegetables, but thanks to this, I didn't gain weight) For all three months, I never ate a single American hamburger, I only allowed myself ice cream at work) I walked to and from work for 20 minutes, and someone would always offer me a ride) Now I realize that I didn't have much sense in my head if I often got into cars with strangers! But my Uzbek neighbors, fans of cool cars, were stunned: "The day before yesterday you arrived in a Chevrolet Camaro, yesterday in a Cadillac Escalade, today in a Dodge Challenger! What will surprise us tomorrow? I envy you girls, I wish someone would give me a ride in a car like that!". All white Americans said that I lived in a terribly dangerous place! But I never returned home before midnight and no one ever hurt me! I guess I was lucky) The fact that I had to get used to conditions I had never experienced before was brightened up by my new neighbors) I was lucky with them again) They were 2 girls from Nizhny Novgorod and 4 guys from Uzbekistan, of whom only one was Uzbek, and the other three were by origin – Chinese, Korean, and half-Chinese, half-Korean) I couldn't imagine that in one house there could live boys so obsessed with cleaning and cleanliness in the house, and girls completely indifferent to it! I took the

ANAziz Nadjimutdinovanadjimutdinov · Jan 31, 2015Read

By the way, I left on June 1st at 11 PM, so the story starts from midnight. The trip is about 60 hours. Below are photos of my tickets, which (ATTENTION) do not show all the stops. There were 2-3 times more. The ticket only lists the most significant ones. I want to note that Greyhound is famous for quality buses, supposedly having outlets and Wi-Fi everywhere. Yeah, right. Don't make me laugh. June 2nd - The first hours on the road. From my diary: "After midnight I was moving in a dark bus, trying to sleep, but it was cold, and I was in shorts and flip-flops. (Tip #9: Well, if you happen to travel by bus, be kind enough to wear something warmer.) I put my feet on the seat next to me and dozed off. Actually, this is where the unpleasant part of my trip begins. Let's start with food. At the first stop, somewhere in the middle of the night, I bought 6 nuggets at McDonald's and ate some of them. Connection was also periodically lost, but mostly worked. (There was an outlet here, yes, but the Wi-Fi barely worked, for example.) By morning we arrived in Pittsburgh, where I bought a Snickers bar, and the machine, pardon me, cheated me out of 15 cents. I stayed there for about an hour, brushed my teeth, went out into the city for a couple of minutes, and came back. I decided to put on sneakers and socks so my feet wouldn't freeze too much. Then I got on another bus. One of the worst of the whole trip. The bus was full and the driver often let people on/off at different stations. On the way to Cleveland, at one of the stops, I bought 2 chicken sandwiches for $3.25. The "sandwich" consisted of a hamburger bun and a chicken patty. That's it. But at least it was hot. Thanks for that. After eating, I went on. By noon we finally reached Cleveland, where we were let off with a special paper that gave us priority boarding for the next bus. I recharged there at a charging station, since the bus didn't have chargers everywhere. And on the way to Cleveland, I sat next to a large, exhausted sleeping woman to use the outlet. I sat on the edge so as not to wake her or touch her. After recharging and resting a bit in Cleveland, I headed to Chicago. We changed buses and the new one had Wi-Fi and outlets everywhere. Somewhere on the way, I went into Burger King and bought a hamburger with fries and a Coke. I barely drank the Coke because (adding a useless note) I'm starting to get sick. During the trip, I shoved every possible pill into myself. Thank you, Mom, for them. I know you're reading this now and smiling. Or maybe crying. (I think you all caught Tip #10 that I'm going to shove in now. Take various Strepsils, Imudon, Doc-1, Nimesil, Tempalgin, etc., etc. with you. In general, everything that can be taken through customs without extra questions, and is very necessary in such travels. It's not a fact that you will find a pharmacy on the road. And it's not a fact that all their remedies will help you. Oh yeah, and Tip #10.1: Love your moms, because they will shove these medicines into your suitcase anyway.) By evening, I reached Chicago, where I spent about 1.5 hours. Went outside, came back in, bought hot tea, and brushed my teeth. I'm starting to like this, by the way. From Chicago at 9:45 PM, I headed to Minneapolis. June 3rd - 2nd day on the road. Continuation from the diary: "The road to Minneapolis is remembered only for feeling lousy because of my throat and... my stomach! I slept almost the whole night, so the road went by quickly. In Minneapolis, I bought 2 sandwiches and a bottle of Coke. I devoured the sandwiches and left the Coke to warm up. Here is another problem. They changed the bus company. And I was no longer traveling to Billings with Greyhound, but with Jefferson, and that means: a) Old buses; b) No Wi-Fi; c) No outlets. Somewhere on the way, at stops, I charged my phone and wrote to Mom that everything was fine. Then I turned off the phone and returned to the bus. At one of the stops, I bought 2 Snickers and 2 Cokes. On the ro

NZNatalia Zhilinanataliazhilina · Jan 31, 2015Read

After the airport, this was my second shock. When I flew to New York, I didn't think at all about how I would live in a hotel. It didn't matter to me, but suddenly, we were given keys, and I realized that I clearly wouldn't be living alone or even with just one other person; it threw me off balance. Well, okay, it's not such a tragedy, it's just hard to live in one room with strangers, at least for me (if you are a sociable person by nature, this won't seem strange to you). I really didn't think there would already be several people in the room. Moreover, the girls had taken two beds, and there was simply no room for two more. The night search for an extra bed and sorting out all the problems exhausted me. I desperately wanted to sleep, at least a little. I didn't have the strength to walk around the night metropolis as I had wanted to, although others didn't put off walking around New York for long. It was very difficult to immediately get used to the thought that you cannot explain something in Russian. You need to speak and think in English. It's not easy when I had no practice as such. After an hour or an hour and a half, we were finally able to solve the problem. We were offered a folding bed, and we gladly accepted this offer. They didn't let us sleep for long. From the very morning, we had to solve the issue with copies, and find a cafe to eat something. There are problems with this in New York too. And if you are not a fan of fast food, you will have to pay oh so well to eat properly. And since I don't really like all kinds of hamburgers and sandwiches, I firmly decided that I would find more adequate food. I didn't want to ruin my stomach. In the end, we wandered into the nearest Starbucks (coffee shop), I limited myself to one cup of tea, and that was the end of my breakfast. By the way, only at Starbucks was I able to get on the Internet for the first time; I didn't think there would be difficulties with this in New York, but reality is cruel. Fortunately, I notified my loved ones about my arrival in the city of dreams via SMS (don't forget to enable roaming). After the coffee shop, we ran back to the hotel for the program orientation, where they told us a bunch of useful things and told us where to go to get a Social Security Number. And we had to go quite far, so the general decision was the subway! Honestly, I never in my life wanted to ride the New York subway. Fear number one! It seemed incomprehensible and scary to me, with a bunch of dangers at every corner, and in general, I was afraid of going in the wrong direction. Compared to the Moscow Metro, it's night and day. And here I realized that I madly love the Moscow Metro with its clear signs, transfers, and escalators! Fortunately, I was not alone, as it was at the very beginning of the trip. There were many plans for the day: we needed to buy a ticket to Virginia Beach at Greyhound, walk around the city, and find a cafe with delicious food. After we finished with the insurance, the group split up. Some wanted to ride the free ferry to see the Statue of Liberty, others decided to go to the famous Wall Street. Sergey, my friend who calmed me down on the plane, and I went to get tickets to our resort towns. And... since all this was still before lunch, the general decision was made to walk to our hotel, practically from Wall Street. As a resident of a small town, I immediately supported the idea of a walk. In my understanding, if I see the object I am heading to, I will arrive there in a maximum of fifteen minutes. Our landmark was the Empire State Building. Oh my God, how wrong I was! Instead of fifteen minutes, we walked for about two hours! My feet couldn't feel the ground, it was stuffy, and in the city, because of such stuffiness in the summer, there is also not a very pleasant smell on the streets; believe me, this is not the New York that once seemed like a fairy-tale place to me! With great difficulty, we reached the Port Authority Bus Terminal and bou