Azerbaijan: Guida di viaggio, visti e alloggi gratuiti · 2026

KBKatsiaryna Bohushms.drop55 · 29 nov 2015Leggi

Upon arriving in the USA, we immediately headed to our small town of Wildwood, located on the Atlantic coast in southeastern New Jersey, where we had a job offer at a pizzeria. The town immediately surprised us with its cleanliness and beauty. Everything was just like in the movies, just like in pictures and in our imagination. People smiled, waved at us in a friendly way, and asked how we were doing—in general, they showed all those displays of friendliness that, unfortunately, we so often lack in our home country. After settling into our accommodation, the first thing we did was run to the ocean. It was unimaginable: after 10 years, I was wetting my feet in the Atlantic Ocean again and felt absolutely happy! I will never forget the inspired eyes of my friend, who was having her first encounter with the ocean. At the pizzeria, we were welcomed very well and in a friendly manner, as the managers of this restaurant already had experience working with international students from different countries and tried to help us with all our difficulties. Working was not easy, but at the same time, it was a lot of fun. I had never encountered so many international guys before, so I eagerly asked them about life in their countries, their culture, traditions, and why they, just like me, decided to spend this summer in the States. After all, reading about it in books and watching it on TV shows is one thing, but hearing it firsthand is something else entirely. I met a huge number of students from Kazakhstan, Turkey, the Czech Republic, Jamaica, Russia, Ukraine, Ireland, Poland, America, Azerbaijan, and many other countries. I clearly remember a conversation with an American student during a rare break at work, when he said with surprise and joy in his eyes how cool it was to communicate with a person from another continent, seemingly from another world, and to understand each other, to realize how similar we are in our aspirations and hobbies. Our very first trip to a large American city was a trip to Atlantic City with its chic casinos, boardwalk, sandy beach, tall buildings, and an immense number of brand-name stores, which personally, as a girl, made my head spin. Since Atlantic City was the closest city to us, we often went there with friends on our days off from work.

VKViktoria Khrapovaviktoriya.hrapova.94 · 31 gen 2015Leggi

* New York, you know, it's such a mix. Why do social media posts tell us that America is freedom, that everyone will find their place in America, and everyone will be happy? Because it's true) It is one of the countries where SUCH a number of people from all over the world live. They live there because they found themselves. It has everything: cozy Europe, soulful Asia, and the fun Latin American part, and it's super cool! You walk down the street and hear several languages at the same time * A super-charming cowboy (I admit, he's in his underwear, but that doesn't diminish his charm) plays cheerful songs, sings enthusiastically, and smiles. I recently found out that he ran for president. Nothing will change or spoil this country..)) I immediately turned into a multifunctional organizer after the "torture," and with every step I improved, you know, new functions were added. You need to keep an eye on the suitcases, read and understand English signs and directions, ask airport staff "where to, where, we need the subway" ...it's a pity that there is no built-in navigation in me ...but okay, and of course, it was necessary to share impressions with my frogs))) We spent our first night in Brooklyn. It was like I was in the famous game - GTA, you'll see everything for yourselves, guys))) We rode as "stowaways" on transport, packed to the brim with dark people. Why "stowaways"?)) We just couldn't figure out where to buy tickets until a kind police officer took all five of us by the hands, like naughty kids, to a stand on the street, standing at every stop with the sign "Pay here." And then there was a fairy tale that for a long time opened up to us only from TV screens. We walked all day through the very "heart" of New York. Oh, those huge skyscrapers, and everything is so bright, and it was so warm, both physically and in the soul. People around you are different, painted, naked, half-naked, literally ...this is America, guys, people express themselves, and no one judges anyone, and this is freedom) You ride the subway, and no one looks at you with an evaluating gaze, no one at all. Brooklyn... a dude is just standing there swaying, either with dumbbells in his hands or a tape recorder with rap.. everything is clear, nothing extra!))) * Be careful in big cities. You will be invited to events of various kinds, ranging from Broadway shows to religious and sectarian communities (I ain’t got time – a useful phrase in such cases). I say this because one of my frogs decided to take a picture with a live fake Statue of Liberty for a thank you, but for the statue, this THANK YOU - ... well, you understand. In general, a spectacle... a big black Statue of Liberty is chasing my Azerbaijani friend all over Times Square, naming the amount of dollars she needs to pay (but my Azerbaijani friend was not going to pay at all)... in such a case, I taught everyone to say the phrase "I do not understand you" with a wild accent and wild eyes... well, in general, in sign language, we agreed that we would delete the photo. Such a principled statue xD *

VKViktoria Khrapovaviktoriya.hrapova.94 · 31 gen 2015Leggi

Well, the 'golden September' has finally arrived. After finishing work and leaving Cape Cod, feeling like true, confident Americans, my Azerbaijani friend and I (some flew home earlier, others chose to see different parts of America) headed to New York with our Mexican friend, Luis, to stay with his cousin for a week! I discovered New York from different sides, good ones of course. What could we have seen in a day when we arrived in June? Almost nothing) but here we had a week) ah! We saw everything we planned. We, the traveling frogs, didn't walk through the whole thing, but a significant part of the BIG APPLE. We even took a boat to the Statue of Liberty twice! Yes, once wasn't enough for us... just thanks to Luis, our friend, who made a mistake, so the first time we just sailed past the statue))) There was such a theatrical scene from my friend and me, we were so actively saying everything we thought about Luis... apparently, the ship's crew didn't want to see corpses on board and offered us a free trip the next day, since that was the last cruise for the day. After a week in New York, we set off with some Chinese travelers (ugh, I got so tired of their Chinese language ^_^) on the route: New York - Niagara Falls – Washington – Philadelphia – New York. We traveled for three days by bus, stopping at beautiful places along the way. Guys, Niagara Falls is a fairy tale) Especially when you sail towards it, and you get swept away by the flow of water, and everyone is screaming, squealing, showing emotions, and you are laughing and thinking, 'God, this is the best thing I've ever seen.' I am a veeeery emotional person. A view from the middle between the territory of Canada and the USA. I couldn't get a visa to Canada, I didn't have the right anymore=( And the view is more beautiful there, but I was impressed for a lifetime by this too, I want more!!! Washington D.C. – we all know it's the capital of America. A historic city and, let's say, the official face of the USA. And not visiting it, I think, is not allowed! The Capitol, the White House, the Pentagon – familiar things, and they are worth seeing in person. * The Chinese, being nauseatingly punctual, got tired of waiting for the forever-late Russian and Kazakh girls and decided to just leave right in front of our not-so-fast butts at the souvenir shop! Hmm, we said, turning around... except for one girl from Kazakhstan, she started calling the guide in a panic, who simply didn't answer. After 30 minutes, we got through to him and were grateful that they had left. We got a chance to explore the city on our own, and we walked for almost 2 hours, walking from point A, where they left us, to point B, where they were waiting for us in 2 hours. We were so happy and laughed a looot about such a ridiculous situation, the bus left without the tourists! And indeed, everything happens for the best. (But we didn't run late anymore) * * In Philadelphia, we were only there for an hour because we were running very late and wouldn't make it to New York in time. So I can't say anything. Philadelphia is a big city, with skyscrapers like New York, only there are no people there)) that's it)) * And so we returned to New York on September 19th, and on the afternoon of September 20th, we were supposed to fly to Russia. And you know, it's such a feeling... that everything is over. This is CAMP SYNDROME. You kind of feel like you'll come back here, but it won't be the same, and the people won't be the same, etc. So we, two traveling frogs, returned to Russia. For the first 2 weeks, I felt bad, I didn't understand what was happening, I waaanted to go back so much, and the houses were small, and there was no sun, and few smiling people. But studies and friends brought me back to reality. Today is January 31st, half a year has passed, and it feels like I dreamed it, it was suuuper, don't miss your chance, don't be afraid of anything, and believe that this will be one of the best summer periods

VKViktoria Khrapovaviktoriya.hrapova.94 · 31 gen 2015Leggi

These double 24 hours (we flew out of Russia and arrived in America at almost the same time on the same day) were intense and super-duper cool! On the morning of June 6th, we took a "Peter Pan" bus to our future place of residence: the state of Massachusetts, the Cape Cod peninsula, the city of Hyannis. We rode and rode and finally arrived at some bus station. With great difficulty, we dragged our suitcases to our modest dwelling. The place was empty, and the doors were open... hmmmm, we walked in awkwardly... such silence! We shouted, "Is anyone home???" (again, scenes from a movie came to mind) and heard a sound, yeah, someone was coming down from the second floor. I'm remembering it now, and it's sooooo funny ^_^ Five scared girls standing in the living room of a house, possibly not even the one we were looking for, and we walked in calmly without asking anyone (the open doors were practically saying "come on in"). Anyway, we were standing there listening to footsteps, and suddenly a Latino guy jumped out from around the corner, so cheerful and smiling, we all flinched and our mouths dropped open. We were expecting an American named John, but it turned out to be a Latino guy named Jose. But we were at the right address, we found that out later. John is the owner of the house, but he doesn't live there himself. And Jose is one of the permanent residents of this house. He is from the Dominican Republic. There was also a Mexican guy named Kevin (they took American names, yes), our beloved Felix, also from the Dominican Republic, and an American named Brian (looks like a little Pushkin). And so, as a friendly family, we lived for two weeks, then a group of girls from Moldova arrived (slightly Russian-speaking) and another group of girls from Romania. And that's when the real madness started)) in a good way! A house full of people every evening after work. Our friends, their friends – and just parties every day! * Cape Cod is a tourist peninsula with numerous huge sandy beaches. People from Boston and nearby cities and even states come here to relax on weekends, just to take a break from the hustle and bustle, the cramped skyscrapers. In the center of the peninsula, specifically in the city of Hyannis, there are many souvenir shops with shark teeth =) hoodies and t-shirts as souvenirs. There is also a large Cape Cod mall, where you can go to the movies, eat, get clothes, and buy groceries. * We started working a week later; we had to fill out all sorts of papers, get our SSC, and do other chores. Most "vacancies" in the food industry are in fast-food restaurants. We worked in one of those - the Dunkin’ Donuts coffee chain. Our favorite cafe was in another city, yes-yes)) in West Barnstable. Initially, we were supposed to buy bicycles and do a daily run to work, and if we had the strength – back) But we had a wonderful, simply gorgeous manager – Hafsa. She is from Pakistan. And judging by her size, she has been working at the cafe for quite a long time and loves her job very much. She herself expressed a desire to drive us like a pack of sardines... from home to work, and back home, right up to our fence. But with a condition!!! On the condition that our work schedule would start at 5 AM. Heeeeeee! Yes, but we were already waking up at 4-5 AM, not having managed to fully adapt. We agreed. Here is some coffee and donuts from Dunkin' Donuts for you (most Americans prefer very sweet iced coffee with many flavors). And here are two more donuts xD (me and my traveling frog and Azerbaijani friend - Aisha, all in one person). * I adored my job. I told you I'm a coffee addict, and the coffee there... aaaaah. And the donuts?! Simply divine. But not everything was like a fairy tale; I did runs through the streets of Hyannis every day and continued to fight the donuts after the run, but already at home, on the floor. And you know, it helped. Only about +2 kg in America! That's gorgeous! Girls and boys, don't relax. Eat and run=) * O

МКМария КубачеваKamilla_mani · 25 set 2011Leggi

Smoke in the apartment, laughter, alcohol, swearing, guys, chips, unwashed plates, arguments, shouting at night, laughter until morning, sleepy eyes, hard beds, hotel towels, the smell of cigarettes... This is how I live now. 2 Ukrainians, a guy from Orel, Kazakhs, an Azerbaijani... and many other people whose names you don't even try to remember. Sometimes I forget who I live with and who is a guest. I work at Cavalier, still as a housekeeper, with the same mixed success. Fewer hours, less money... but now they don't force us to slave away in the laundry, where there is 150% humidity and heat near 50 degrees... less money, but I'm slacking off and sometimes taking days off to spend them... in New York! You can get to NY by Greyhound, as I did at the beginning of my trip... or by the China bus. Greyhound cost me 60 bucks and 17 hours of travel with 2 transfers. The China bus costs 20 bucks and 6 hours without transfers. Everyone probably imagined a rickety, falling-apart bus full of Chinese people. But no! A very cool bus... it's much warmer than the Greyhound, cheaper, faster, and they even show movies... and no transfers, and it stops near cafes. So the Chinese are ahead of the planet as always. Then screw that Greyhound! I need to find out if this China bus goes to Las Vegas... because 400 bucks for a trip is a bit expensive... By the way! Greyhound has a real station... with all sorts of windows, ticket offices, a huge fleet, etc... but the China bus station is a cafe where a little Chinese woman sits and sells noodles. And there is one line for both noodles and bus tickets. She just sits there and asks: What would you like? Noodles? Of course... something to drink? Right away. A bus ticket to New York? No problem... that's how you need to work! Learn, Russians! Well, 6 hours of driving... we drove at night, so I slept well and... I'm delighted, I'm in shock, I'm confused... I'm in New York! It's like I ended up in Sex and the City. Not at all the impressions I had at the beginning of June. Skyscrapers, taxis, people, screens, advertisements... I was delighted with everything! True, there were some misunderstandings with friends... but as they say, everything happens for the best. I walked around Manhattan, Wall Street, Union Square, Times Square... in general, everything as it should be. The subway kills any desire to criticize and dislike the St. Petersburg subway. St. Petersburg's is a fairy tale!! But in the New York subway, you can meet rats, blood, bullet holes, a vomiting black guy, Mexicans having sex, sleeping students... I lived in Queens. And this is some other part of Queens... not at all the one I was driven through from the airport! Here there are cute houses, a fruit market, back lawns with a pool and barbecue, umbrellas and flowers... and somewhere on the horizon, the Empire State Building rises.

UUSAblogi · 2 ott 2009Leggi

[Retrospective of pre-trip fuss from my main blog http://hiatemyself.blogspot.com/] 19.02.09 Satan on the line I was going to sleep when suddenly, Satan called. His name is Peter. He lives on Cape Cod, Massachusetts, USA. He asked about my father's job and if I had watched the Bourne trilogy. I hadn't. But he hadn't watched Brazil. He also asked if I knew how to fix bikes and a bunch of other nonsense. ...he likes the pronunciation of the word dol_bo_yob dol_bo_yob_ka... I barely understood what was happening. Maybe his grandmother was Russian. In Poland. A Russian Pole. Or something else... that's him for you. An American Satan. -SH_SH=O_O=K_K- 04.03.09 [>] Do You Need a Job? DO UUU NEED A JOOOB!!!??? [current music >>> Phoenix Bodies - Get a Job] So Marina chatted with Satan too. Hail Satan. It seems he's taking us! For now, a bunch of nuances are still unclear. They'll be cleared up when the filled-out paper is sent back. Ugh... green pies and Grandma Nadya, amen. 09.03.09 we've got the fucking job That's it. The hellish epic of job hunting is over. Contracts are in hand. We are going to Dennis Port, MA. A little motel a hundred meters from the ocean - WOO-HOO! cowabunga... ...and tons of bed linen and other #@$%!. We are housekeepers, damn them x_X 20.04.09 NOtes fROm mosCOW # 2_embassy My relatives were dying of laughter at me when I said I needed to be at the embassy by 6 AM, like it was some kind of scam, everyone is sleeping, the metro won't come for you and all that. By the way, before that, I went for a jog at 5:10 (to Changes, which I went to see that same evening, haha), since the buses weren't running yet. Another figure ran towards me out of the darkness, also in a hood. A bit confusing/scary. I got upset and walked. Anyway, after 15-20 minutes I was riding the first metro train. I waited for Marina at the station, and we went to freeze by the Chaliapin monument. We were incredibly lucky to be in the first 30. We froze for probably an hour. And they kept lining up a live queue of less lucky poor souls... they started letting us inside (after 8:30, I think), and it started raining... poor students. It's not gloomy/scary in the embassy at all, as some claim. It's very modern. Lots of red, prints/paintings on the walls, again some kind of 'contemporary art' that's cute for no reason. They took our fingerprints with a scanner. And that's it. 3 windows to the consuls. An Azerbaijani guy was standing in front of me, explaining for a long time that he would be working as a sales assistant for phone accessories. Maybe not for long, but my time deformed SO much in both directions, stealing my breath and voice along with it. In short, fear and horror seized me at the last moment, although I had been almost calm before that. Someone inside me answered the consul, apparently an autopilot, thankfully the questions were ordinary: place of study, where/who are you going to work as. I walked out - it let go instantly, I felt very good. Marina was released right after. They asked her about 'random stuff' - how long it takes to get from Ulyanovsk to Moscow and what she had for breakfast. Anyway, we got our visas. Yeah, baby. Just over a month left... http://hiatemyself.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_19.html http://hiatemyself.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-need-job-do-uuu-need-jooob.html http://hiatemyself.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_09.html http://hiatemyself.blogspot.com/2009/04/notes-from-moscow-2.html