Pittsburgh: Seyahat rehberi, fiyatlar ve ücretsiz konaklama · 2026

ANAziz Nadjimutdinov31 Oca 2015Oku

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

MBMariia Bardakhanovamashapie · 19 Ara 2014Oku

Have you ever thought about going to Alaska? I hadn't. Not until my friend and I started applying for the Work and Travel USA 2014 program. "Why not?" we thought. We had been to Pittsburgh before, but this time we decided to explore the wild expanses of Denali National Park. Easier said than done. Visas obtained, suitcases packed. Ulan-Ude - Moscow - Rome - New York - Anchorage. More than half the world in three days. Many say we went in the wrong direction from the start, claiming we should have moved east instead of west. But what can you do. Anchorage greeted us with midnight coolness, and Delta (the airline) rewarded me with a broken suitcase. I had to carry it in my hands, which was quite difficult, considering my suitcase looked more like a colorful coffin. Taxi, hotel. Kapkugiak Inn. A nice girl at the reception. 10 minutes to midnight, we were as tired as if we had walked half the world. Veronika went to look for a McDonald's to buy us something to eat. I stayed at the hotel to sort out the booking. They couldn't find our money at the hotel. At all! They said no money had been received in the account, and that was that. I cursed everything in the world four times. A groan of despair: "What are we going to do??". The girl was clearly thinking. After a few minutes, a decision was made - to check us in for the night. The manager was supposed to come in the morning and solve our problem. Okay, dragging heavy suitcases to the second floor. Shower and sleep. In the morning, I peel open my heavy, stuck-together eyelids. 8:30 AM. Time to grab all my booking confirmations, map, passport, and go downstairs to find the manager. A tall guy in glasses greets me in a friendly way. He asks what's wrong. I explain the situation, he checks again and says: "We haven't received your money." Stress takes its toll, and I start sniffling, wiping my face with my sleeve. I see a second of confusion on the manager's face. Literally a second later, a hand reaches over the counter and friendly pats me on the head. "We're all human, you know. We won't kick you out on the street, we'll figure out what to do. Go get some rest." I go upstairs. Veronika has a fever. That's all we needed. I run to the store for juice, water, and pizza for breakfast. We eat, we go to sleep. Acclimatization will last a long time. Two out of four days flew by just like that - food, shower, bed. On the evening of the second day, I find a note slipped under the door - "Your payment has gone through, nothing to worry about!" and a cute puppy drawn with a few strokes. Well, thank God. Later I chatted with the same manager, asked about the origins of the hotel's name. It turned out that it came from a legend about a ten-legged polar bear, Kapkugiak. I didn't quite understand what exactly happened in this legend, but in general, at first he was very evil and cruel, but then he was able to become kind. I found it charming. And now for the more informative part! SOME TIPS! Be sure (ABSOLUTELY SURE) to book everything in advance, then everything will be cheaper, easier, and more reliable. When we went to Pittsburgh in 2013, we were green beginners and simply didn't book a hotel upon arrival. As a result, we arrived in Pitt at 2 AM and wandered around the center until 6 AM, tired, with sore feet and aching backs. If problems arise, try to solve them, don't shut down or get shy, as the manager at Kapkugiak said - we're all human, after all. Before arriving, discuss everything (EVERYTHING) with your employer. Avoiding ambiguities and misunderstandings is very, very important. Plus, you will present yourself as a responsible person. However, you don't need to be annoying, well, everyone understands that, I think.

MBMariia Bardakhanovamashapie · 19 Ara 2014Oku

It's our third day at the Captain Cook Inn. Veronika is feeling a bit better, and I decided to head to downtown Anchorage—I was just curious. Veronika nodded in approval, so I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. I tried to find any info on Anchorage public transport online—nothing. Absolutely zero. I just waved it off, thinking someone would surely point me in the right direction. Two women were sitting in the lobby-kitchen of our hotel. I asked them how to get to downtown Anchorage. It felt like nobody really knew. One of the women pulled out a map and showed me where we were and where the center was. It wasn't that far. The manager said he usually bikes to the center. He said it would take about 40 minutes on foot. But it was quite chilly outside, so I was still hoping for a bus. With no other choice, I headed to the bus stop near our hotel. After staring at the signs for about 10 minutes, I decided which bus to take. I thought, "Whatever, if anything, I'll just talk to the driver or other passengers and figure it out." My guess was right, and I got off in downtown Anchorage. My first impression was that the city was just stuck somewhere in the 70s. Lots of low-rise buildings, slightly old-fashioned signs. Still, it looks quite charming. My second surprise was the huge number of alternative youth in the central square. Everyone was bright, interesting, laughing, and riding skateboards. It was fun to watch them for a bit. Suddenly, I found myself standing in front of a RadioShack. I decided to go in and buy the cheapest prepaid phone, just like I did in Pittsburgh. I went in and bought a Motorola slider, which I hadn't seen in circulation for about 7 years. I was happy with the purchase. It got colder outside, so it wasn't particularly pleasant to walk around. Plus, it was Memorial Day, and the buses were finishing their routes earlier than usual. I went to the stop and checked the schedule. Great, I was just in time for the last bus. There were about 20 minutes left, which I decided to spend right there at the stop. All the benches were taken, so I just stood by the wall. No big deal, I'll stand. A man, not very tidy-looking, stood by the wall nearby. I didn't pay much attention until people started approaching him every five to ten minutes. I glanced his way and was stunned—the man had a bag of weed the size of a loaf of bread in his hands. And he was standing right under a surveillance camera, selling weed without even trying to hide it. His so-called clients didn't look particularly tidy or trustworthy either. Some had knives sticking out of their back pockets. My back broke out in a cold sweat, and I moved to the other end of the stop. The bus was terribly late; by that time, 40 minutes had passed since I arrived at the stop. I started to freeze, and the thought crossed my mind—I'd have to walk. But I decided to wait another 10 minutes. Fortunately, the bus I needed popped out from around the corner, I jumped in, and headed back to Captain Cook. Once I got into the room, I collapsed onto the bed and groaned, "To hell with this downtown Anchorage!" SOME TIPS! Don't stay without communication, and if possible, try not to end up in situations like the one described, where it's unclear what to do, when things will be resolved, and what will happen. It's still better to walk around unfamiliar cities with someone, especially for lovely young ladies :) Be sure to check the weather and bring clothes suitable for the area, season, and so on. I slacked off with Denali and didn't even bring a jacket. I froze quite a bit back then, especially at the end of the season when temperatures dropped to -2-3 in the mornings.

АСАртём СелезнёвZellss · 30 Eki 2012Oku

After some failed experiments with the “field,” I decided: “That’s enough adventures for now.” My immediate goal was to wait for that friend of mine who was arriving in 2 days. I thought that at least with his help, we could find decent housing. So, in the morning, beaten and sleep-deprived, I returned to my hostel. Hearing my story, the hostel owner had a good laugh and even knocked a couple of bucks off the price for 2 nights. I spent those 2 days relatively calmly, without any strange incidents. I explored the city and was amazed by the variety of goods at the local “Publix” supermarket (some Russians nicknamed it “Rublix”). A curious fact: after a month of eating fast food, I lost 10 kg… I also observed the strange residents of the hostel; I swear, you don’t see this in Russia. A guy who was always giggling, a woman around 55 in a miniskirt and a revealing top. At first, it was hard to look at this without surprise. But the 2nd day came to an end, I grabbed my stuff and headed to the airport to meet my friend and, at the same time, give him a good number of smacks on the head. Having successfully accomplished the latter, we waited for dawn at the airport. In general, American airports have often saved me. Free Wi-Fi, no one kicks you out at night, and they haven’t even asked for a ticket once. At night, we found a fairly inexpensive hotel online for the time being in a black neighborhood. In the morning, we went there and checked in for a week. It was a typical cheap American motel: a TV, a fridge, a big bed, and a black housekeeper who barely spoke English. During that week, we met 2 girls from Kazakhstan. They were leaving for Pittsburgh and left us their room for 3 days. We relaxed and didn't notice how 10 days flew by. So, what’s next? There’s still no work or housing, and the money is steadily going down. More on that later.

MMarinaMarina_Nagibina · 28 Kas 2011Oku

Throughout the summer, I really wanted to go to Pittsburgh. This city is famous for being located at the confluence of three rivers and having around 1,900 bridges in and around it. The city also has its own sports teams for hockey, baseball, and American football, each with its own arena. You can see a bit of Europe in this city, which is what sets Pittsburgh apart from the rest of America. Summer ended, but I still really wanted to see the city. At the last moment, three days before the end of my work season, the thought hit me that if I didn't see Pittsburgh, I would definitely regret it. So the plan was: finish work, say goodbye to everyone the next day, hop on a bus in the evening, and head to Pittsburgh (and then straight to New York from there—my flight home was out of JFK). I had a plan, but since I was working all day and then spending my evenings saying goodbye to everyone I'd met over the summer, I didn't have any concrete ideas about what exactly to do or see in Pittsburgh. My last day at work was almost free, and the weather wasn't great, so I decided to bring my laptop and figure out what I could realistically manage to do in a day in Pittsburgh. After spending a couple of hours online, I figured out almost everything I needed to see and where it was located, just in case I had to ask for directions from a taxi driver or a passerby. The most beautiful thing about this city is the view from the observation decks, from which you can see the entire downtown, the North Side, and a bit of the South Side. I really liked this city, even though I only spent one day there. I recommend everyone go and see it with their own eyes, especially Pittsburgh at night—you can sit on the observation deck for hours and not notice how time flies. It's so comfortable there that you feel right at home. In the end, I actually did it! Then I arrived in NY, checked into a hostel, walked around a bit, and then repacked my things. I had a suitcase, two bags, and a backpack, and I had to turn that into just one suitcase and a backpack. While repacking, I threw away almost everything I didn't really need. In the end, I fit everything in and, with a calm soul, went to see NY at night. The next day, I realized I couldn't waste a single minute and had to see what I'd wanted to for a long time (the Brooklyn Botanic Garden and Brooklyn itself). Last year, I lived in Brooklyn for a day, but I never managed to see any of the hidden corners. So, I checked out early in the morning, took the subway, and made it to the botanical garden (the garden itself is small, but it would have been nice just to stroll around). I didn't end up walking around Brooklyn because I was traveling alone again, and I felt a bit scared (plus, on the way to Brooklyn, three police officers were riding in my subway car—it was September 9th, and police were almost everywhere because September 11th was approaching). One of the officers managed to scare me, but I pulled myself together and still visited the botanical garden.

РРомаbr1ckk · 4 Tem 2010Oku

I don't think anyone will guess where I'm writing from now, even after reading my last postJ. It feels like an eternity has passed since our last message. I'll start by saying we are no longer in Pittsburgh, but 10 hours away from it)) The city itself is interesting, though the center seemed boring to us after the massive, colorful Manhattan. On the way to Pittsburgh, beautiful valleys with lakes framed by high hills opened up around us. Honestly, we weren't in the mood for them; we were barely getting any sleep, falling over onto our neighbors. Upon arrival, we set off into the unknown again. We wound around concrete high-rises until we accidentally ran into some Russian girls who called out to us. Like a lighthouse in a strong stormJ, they took us to their place, we dumped our useless suitcases in one of the rooms that the tenants were moving out of that same day))) 200 bucks a month near the forest, all the tenants are Russian, everything is great. There was even an opportunity to find something with work from the locals. After walking around the supermarket and the nearest neighborhoods, we went into our future room, which didn't boast an exquisite style, just two shabby mattresses on the floor. After talking to the people moving out, we found out that we would have to share such a room with local tenants – beetles, cockroaches, and all kinds of insects (that's why the tenants were moving out). We went out to philosophize about this topic in the city. The surroundings were distinguished only by steep climbs and descents, from which stamped houses were falling. Against this background, we decided to call the landlady of the room by the beach in Brighton, which we wanted to rent ))) She warmly invited us to her place, unfolding mountains of money before us (I mentioned that her friend works in employment) and scolded us for leaving the beach. In short, we went back)) Yes, thank you very much to the girls who helped us. On the way to the auto park, a smiling young guy stopped near us, promising to take us to the place. I have never felt a stranger route than the one we took. We were driving with the windows open and he was shouting insults and mockery at every passerby every second, accompanying everything with a very satisfied laugh. Our engine was roaring down the whole street, once it led him into the oncoming lane. We drove for about half an hour, although we planned to walk)) Advice! If you want to get home alive, use a taxi) After sleeping somehow through the night on the already familiar bus and route, we met the beloved streets of New York. Not having reached the landlady of the room, we went straight to her with our suitcases, because there was nowhere else to go. But she wasn't there, and they said she would only be there tomorrow)) In a panic, we ran through all the ads in the Russian rental listings again and only closer to the evening did we find an expensive room on the veeeery outskirts of Coney Island, which is where I'm writing from now)) We are broke and without any work, but well-fed and rested) Advice! We don't even know ourselves what led us to Pittsburgh) Despair, a thirst for travel, recklessness, or all of this together, but it's better not to rush into an unfamiliar city without having weighty reasons for it. We lost a bunch of money, energy, and time. Weigh every step you take.