Cleveland: Guia de viagem, preços e alojamento gratuito · 2026

AAliyaastana_85855875237 · 31 de out. de 2012Ler

My boyfriend and I took a bus, and we ended up with some very entertaining neighbors... in front of us was a nervous pregnant wife with a husband who indulged her every whim, and a man who visits Vegas often and told us where to go and how best to spend our extra dollars))). Ah, Las Vegas, a city of freedom and big opportunities... After changing clothes at the bus station, we went looking for adventure and to spend some money. We grabbed a guidebook at the very first hotel and headed to the main square. Underneath a long TV-dome canopy that stretched for several blocks, we enjoyed a concert by some band, and afterwards, we witnessed an incredible, magical spectacle—fireworks that felt so close, like 4-5 stories high, but so large-scale, spanning 5-6 blocks (by blocks, I mean like from one avenue to another, I hope you understand what impressed us so much). Then we played in the casino... Well, um... We did great, we actually won $10. Later, while strolling through the streets of Vegas, we wanted to see the city from above, but we arrived a bit too late, so we just looked at it from a window on the top floor of the Stratosphere... A beautiful city, free, unlike any other ;). Then, grabbing our suitcases and taking a taxi, we asked to stop near the crookedest building in Nevada. It turned out to be a hospital—someone has quite an imagination—to be able to turn everything upside down in our minds and bring it to life :). Our plane flew through Cleveland, Ohio... We transferred to a 40-person plane))) it was such a cutie :) and ended up in Washington...

ВВикторияmoscowmain_788129275248 · 4 de nov. de 2010Ler

Cleveland, Ohio. The day passed, and we had to get on the bus again for another 12-hour ride to Cleveland, Ohio. The 12 hours flew by quite quickly; it was actually very convenient that we took all our trips at night, so when we woke up, we were already in a new city. (By the way, a small tip for those who will be traveling by bus: even if it is scorching hot outside, take out warm sweaters and wool socks, because the buses have air conditioning, and I, for example, was very cold. Also, my travel pillow helped me a lot because when you sit for so many hours, your neck gets stiff.) Actually, I was the one who insisted on this part of our trip. You might ask why? This was, one could say, one of the goals of my trip in general... the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, a place I dreamed of visiting. During our entire trip, every city greeted and saw us off with rain. Except for Cleveland. We arrived and immediately went to the hotel we had spotted online in advance. After getting ready quickly, we went to the very place we had come for. This sacred place of Rock & Roll greeted us with a boulevard of the same name, then beautiful huge guitars, and all this set the right mood; we felt that we were already very close. And then a beautiful and exciting view unfolded—it was IT, the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, where only great musicians end up. After paying, I think, about $20 for admission, we enjoyed this splendor until closing. There were costumes of Elvis, The Beatles, Michael Jackson, ABBA..., guitars of Jimi Hendrix, Joan Jett..., halls of Les Paul and Bruce Springsteen, manuscripts of songs by numerous famous groups, Johnny Ramone's sneakers and Sid Vicious's t-shirt, Nirvana posters and Pearl Jam vinyl, and many, many other treasures of legendary figures of the Rock & Roll era. Of course, I didn't manage to see everything, so I planned an excursion for the next day as well. Afterward, of course, we decided to see a little bit of the city. And again, we encountered a half-empty city. It felt like an epidemic had swept through it, and all the people had just moved out. Walking along the deserted streets, we finally stumbled upon an alley where there were many different restaurants and thought that all the residents of this city were apparently gathered in this very place. The next morning, with new enthusiasm, I set off again to the sacred place of rock and roll. And my Miss Universe went to enrich herself with art culture—to the city museum. After walking through all the floors and every corner again, watching videos of awards in a special cinema hall, and buying a couple of t-shirts in the museum shop, I, having frozen to the bone all day because of the air conditioners working at full power, was completely saturated and soaked in the atmosphere of those years. Going outside to warm up a little, I was caught off guard by the rain that had been following us. Meeting up with Miss Universe, we started thinking about what to actually do now, where to go. Our bus was leaving after midnight, there was still time, so we had to occupy ourselves with something. This "occupying ourselves" found us on its own, and instantly... "If only it weren't for the rain and cold cafes," we thought when we finally noticed a large column of people walking in identical uniforms and shouting something. They walked in an endless stream for about 10 minutes, after which we decided to move towards our hotel. On the way to the stop, we noticed with genuine surprise that this column of people was not ending, but on the contrary, was starting to grow. Despite the rain and the chill, people were with children and of all ages. Almost everyone was in raincoats and uniforms that bore the inscription "Browns". And we, of course, logically guessed that it was football. American football! Who doesn't want to see with their own eyes this spectacle, watched a hundred times in movies?! We were no exception. Slapping our wet sneakers and overcoming our terrible desire to be in warm

AAlexsadus · 18 de out. de 2010Ler

As you may have noticed, I'm late with the blog update because so much has happened and I haven't had the time, or rather, nowhere to write =( I apologize. Business trip! Today I got a call from work telling me to get ready for a 3-day trip to Stamford and to bring my driver's license!!! A Russian professor and his wife are moving from there to Chicago. Note* the thought of brain drain abroad crossed my mind…. We took this route to Stamford: Chicago – Indianapolis – Columbus – Cleveland, then to Stamford through the state of Pennsylvania. On the way back, I was entrusted with the car! The one we used to get to the base where we picked up the truck, which is in Indianapolis. Highways in the USA are very good, but let's not forget how much it costs taxpayers! For the whole trip, we spent about $200 on highways!!! And I can add that there are also alternative roads similar to our highways =D I mean with one lane, not with potholes and other nastiness. And by the way, there are very few cars on these roads, so if you want to save some money and see nature, take the non-highway routes. Along the way, I noticed a lot of traveling retirees, there are whole buses full of them! I'm posting photos of the landscapes and everything we saw along the way. J Having safely arrived in Stamford and loaded the truck to the brim, we were about to leave, but the professor asked us to stop by his son's place on the way to pick up a TV. I didn't like this idea at all! Still, we fulfilled his request. And upon arriving in Chicago, when we unloaded all the things and furniture, picking up the TV we discovered…..oooooooooo…fuck! The screen was cracked!!! The price of the TV is $1300, and for this job, we were paid $2200 - gas - lodging - highway - TV = 0!!!!!!!!fuck!!!!!!!!! But I still got paid my $400))))))))) PS In the USA, they really value labor and encourage it in every way, with bonuses, tips, etc. They even paid us $20 a day just for showing up to work, so you've already earned that money regardless of whether the order is canceled or other force majeure circumstances occur)

AAlexsadus · 3 de jul. de 2010Ler

24/06/10 After meeting Gleb at JFK, we decided to buy plane tickets to Chicago first thing, but that didn't go as planned!!! The tickets went up from $120 to $200 :0 We definitely didn't expect that. After checking the local Internet, we decided to take a bus for $105. Having arrived at the Port Authority bus terminal in New York, we bought our tickets, and since the bus was leaving at 10:25 pm, we had about 3 hours to spare to see New York :) Note: In the USA, they can sell as many tickets for intercity buses as they want, so I advise you to get in line as early as possible, otherwise you might just run out of space and have to wait for the next bus. Which is exactly what happened to us! Honestly, I was surprised; having heard about how well-organized everything is in the USA, this was a disappointment ( We had about a 17-hour bus ride ahead of us! It was good that we were traveling at night and managed to get some sleep) In the morning, we arrived in Cleveland. All I knew about this city was that it's the largest city in the state of Ohio. From the bus window, Cleveland gave the impression of an industrial center. The population is clearly not more than a million. The city is unremarkable and, in my opinion, ranks high in terms of crime and high taxes. So, I'm not setting foot in Cleveland again)))) And here is Chicago! As we approached the city, you could feel the pulse of a metropolis) A beautiful view of huge skyscrapers opened up from the window (5 out of 10 of the tallest buildings in the USA are in Chicago) Wealthy Obama is from Chicago, I hope I manage to take a look at his house))) A more detailed review of Chicago will be on a separate page. After making a few calls to our friend from CouchSurfing, Joseph, we still couldn't get through to him( But we had his address! We went to his house... Finding Joseph's house turned out not to be so easy! In a state of extreme fatigue, we wandered the streets in search of the address we needed. It was dark outside, and the prospect of sleeping in a park didn't make us happy( Finally, having found the right house, we were happy, but after an elderly woman opened the door and said she didn't know any Joseph, the smile vanished from our faces instantly! And there we were, standing in total darkness under a dimly lit street lamp, with an A1-sized map and wondering what to do next, when suddenly we heard in a language not our own: - Hey guys, can I help you!? - it was Randy *Note: You can get help in the USA when you least expect it! People here are more trusting and ready to help at any moment, setting aside all their own business. Randy explained to us that we just got the wrong street! The funniest thing is that the house numbers on the opposite street are the same! He walked us to Joseph's house and promised to help with housing for our 3-month stay in Chicago) Joseph turned out to be a cool guy! He immediately showed us where we could sleep and take a shower) PS That's how a complete stranger can help you) and this is a perfectly normal phenomenon for America;)

SSanSIDORSSR · 31 de out. de 2009Ler

Probably the longest drive we've ever done. Around 1000 miles. Dreading it, we decided not to stress or torture ourselves all night switching drivers, but just to stop somewhere for the night. We were short on cash but had plenty of blankets) So we decided to sleep right under the stars, in nature. To be honest, finding a spot under the stars is often not easy. All the woods and bushes are usually someone's private property. And if you go deep into the middle of nowhere, you might not get a comfortable sleep because it's too wet, dry, scary, etc. We found a solution in campgrounds. Places in wild nature areas where it is officially allowed to pitch tents, park cars, and build fires. Although you have to pay for camping in 90% of cases. Private camping costs more, but is often better equipped, while state sites are inexpensive, but you can only find them in national or state nature parks and reserves. That's what we did that night. We just looked up the nearest State Park on GPS and stopped there. When we drove in, it was already midnight, and no one took any money from us. We thought we'd have to pay in the morning when leaving. But no one stopped us on the way out either. And we found a way to save on lodging until the end of the summer. State parks just close at 10 PM and open at 8 AM. If you arrive and leave within that time frame, there's simply no one to pay! We used this all summer. It's also worth noting that we were lucky that night and found a free shower at the campground, which was very handy, since we hadn't washed since Old Orchard Beach. We didn't have tents, so we managed to sleep without them. I slept on the roof of the car, wrapped in three blankets, Sanya slept under the car in a sleeping bag. And the girls, they are petite, reclined in the car seats. Sometimes we rotated, but it didn't change the essence. I still think the coolest spot was on the roof, when you fall asleep and see the stars, the Milky Way, and falling meteors. Mmmmm... After waking up in the morning, we rushed towards Cleveland. The Midwest started for us in Ohio. And it turned out to be exactly as we imagined it. Bare steppe 100% covered in corn. It wasn't even scary to use the highway here, because it was an absolutely straight road, without the slightest curves, stretching to the horizon. As a spicy variety, farmer houses sometimes flashed outside the window, and a couple of grain storage bins as a mandatory addition to them. Approaching Cleveland, the road began to widen. As a result, it grew from a two-lane highway to 8-10 lanes in just one direction. Mmmm... Cleveland was the first truly large city on our path after Boston. By the way, a quite nice city. Its location on the lake shore and its turbulent industrial past were also attractive. The industrial revolution was felt everywhere. Multiple factories, abandoned plants, railway tracks crossing the city, outdated skyscrapers of once-large companies. Successful residential areas where industrialists once lived with their families not so long ago. A kind of symbol of the country's once-mighty industrial power. Now Cleveland, unfortunately, is just an unremarkable city with no special attractions, and the fact that we just slowly crossed it from east to west was enough for us. We continued our movement through the unchanging landscapes of the Midwest. After Ohio, we were met by Indiana, then southern Michigan, but nothing changed. We wouldn't even have noticed the difference if huge signs "Welcome to ..." didn't flaunt over the road. Everything becomes different as soon as you round the southernmost point of Lake Michigan, when you approach Chicago!

SSanSIDORSSR · 31 de out. de 2009Ler

We are speeding along the highway, it's already dawn, and we still have about an hour and a half left until Niagara. The mountains have long since given way to green plains and plantations, and narrow mountain roads have been replaced by wide expressways. New York is a very technogenic state in general. There are significantly more cars and people here, cities flow seamlessly into one another, forming the largest agglomeration in the world. But there is no beauty in any of this. The sparse nature and typical towns in these parts are only diluted by one natural wonder - Niagara Falls. Niagara Falls is one of the largest in the world and the largest in North America. Its popularity is probably enhanced by its very convenient location on the Canadian-American border and easy access for tourists. The waterfall is formed by the waters of the Niagara River, which separates the States from its maple neighbor. On both banks of the river, there are cities with the same name, Niagara Falls. Only one is assigned to New York State, and the other to the province of Ontario. The city of Niagara Falls itself is a rather meager place. Although, in general, it doesn't differ much from other cities in the state. Wide streets, gray houses, a row of hotels on the waterfront, and an almost complete lack of greenery. There was absolutely nothing to do there, so we headed straight to the shore, guided by the sound of falling water. Actually, even half an hour before reaching the city, you can see a huge cloud of steam rising several hundred meters into the air. At first, you might think it's exhaust from some pulp and paper mill or a burning batch of Chinese sneakers. The spectacle itself is, of course, mesmerizing. Thousands of tons of water slowly roll toward the cliff and, taking a free fall from a height of 50 meters, crash onto the rocks and boulders below. What's impressive isn't the waterfall itself, but rather its size. The waterfall is divided into huge sections called the North and South Niagara. Here, our first disappointment awaited us: you can only see Niagara in all its glory from the opposite Canadian shore, for which you need to obtain a separate visa. From the US side, you can only admire it from a 60-degree angle. The opposite shore and the city look much more advanced and well-maintained. A little Las Vegas, as the locals explained to us. American youth cross the border every weekend via the connecting bridge to hang out in bars and casinos, which are allowed in Canada from age 18, unlike the age of 21 in the United States. The only way to fully see the waterfall from the American side is to sail right under it on a small boat. The whole experience costs 12 dollars and, in principle, is worth the money. They give you a light blue raincoat, which doesn't really save you from the humidity at the base, because it's not for nothing that the water spray is visible from 15 miles away. At the foot of the waterfall, there is such a water storm that you simply can't see anything. I barely managed to hide my camera to save it for the rest of the trip. As a recommendation, I can advise you not to make our mistakes and wear short, quick-drying clothes and flip-flops, otherwise, you'll have to dry your feet for a long time. But for all its grandeur, Niagara Falls is a one-hour sight; spending an entire weekend here, in my opinion, is just silly. It is worth staying to look at the waters illuminated at night. This lighting constantly changes its hue, making Niagara turn red, then green... It's mesmerizing. We were tired, we were fed up! We sat down in some cafe to satisfy our natural hunger and plan our further route. We didn't argue about it for long; we were at the gateway to the Midwest, so we decided to head straight to Chicago, making a stop only in Cleveland...