A lovely couple drove us to Cody in a small bus, and the woman was driving, not the man. (Everything is just the opposite in America). Upon learning that we were heading to Cody without any idea where we would live or work, and having no relatives or acquaintances there, they were, to put it mildly, shocked (and I agree with them). They even seemed confused themselves and didn't know how to help us. As we passed by gray and deserted towns, I prayed that this wouldn't be Cody... Then, finally, we saw the long-awaited sign "Welcome to Cody," and a very cute town appeared before us with a bunch of souvenir shops, hotels, and restaurants... and everything just breathed the Wild West... It was love at first sight... between me and Cody) And then I didn't care that we had nowhere to live, or that I finally wanted to wash up and eat... none of that mattered anymore! But the bus drivers had to leave us somewhere, and they couldn't just dump us in the middle of the street. The female driver called an acquaintance of hers and asked which hotels had free and inexpensive rooms... But since we arrived right on the eve of Independence Day, almost all the hotels were full, and we were offered to go to the "Six Gun" hotel, where they were going to charge us 95 bucks for one night for the two of us! "95 bucks? Are you kidding?! We only paid 60 bucks in the center of New York... and this is just some Cody!" But there was nothing to be done, we had to agree, and they drove us to this hotel, which, on top of everything, was located almost outside the city. Entering the hotel, I experienced the same shock as Jim Carrey in the movie "Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls," when his character saw a bunch of stuffed animals on the office walls) Oh God, this hotel seemed to have even more of these poor, killed little animals... monsters((( They gave us the keys to our room, and we, tired, hungry, and having not washed or slept properly for 3 days, trudged off to inspect our apartment.