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.
