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Studying in Ufa: Hangovers, Hostels, and the Occasional Historical Flex

@Leo Carter2/8/2026blog
Studying in Ufa: Hangovers, Hostels, and the Occasional Historical Flex

yeah i’m writing this at 3am in a hostel that smells like someone boiled cabbage and sadness, and i'm supposed to tell you what it's like to study in *Ufa, which-honestly-is like telling someone how to enjoy a lukewarm borscht sandwich. but here we are.

first off-let’s be real. if you’re coming from a major city in, like, europe or north america, ufa’s going to hit you like a history teacher with a clipboard and bad breath. it’s the capital of bashkortostan, russia, and no, that’s not a typo. population is 1.1 million, so you won’t lose yourself in the anonymity, but also won’t die from overpopulation either.

body of water near city buildings during daytime


the academic side

so here’s the academic tea, spilled by a broke-ass street artist who’s been crashing couches and drafting portfolio pieces in the park: ufa’s got a legit education game going. main contenders:

- bashkir state university (the OG)
- ufa state aviation technical university (planes > people, they whisper)
- ufa state petroleum technological university (black gold vibes)

and the classes? i overheard one local exchange student mutter into his mate (the aussie kind) at a dive bar:

> “Dude, the chemistry lab smells like ten grand in regret.”

yep. facilities are not magic. but the fact that i even know this one dude from netherlands majoring in metallurgy says something. people come here. not for glamour. but for engineering, energy, and actually landing a job afterward. more than half the local job listings i scrolled through at a cyber-cafeteria mentioned needing bsu grads.

also, random-classrooms are HEATED. not emotionally, unfortunately. but if the heating goes down, trust me, you’re pulling wool hats over textbooks.

student life

the nightlife, if you’re into bassy, off-key karaoke and questionable vodka, is kind of electric. imagine a rave made of corrugated metal and nostalgia. i got invited to an underground "dance-off" (read: five drunks pretending to moonwalk in a back alley) by a local named denis who sold patchwork jackets out of a trunk. students stay up. very. late.

a statue of a person riding a horse


i also saw this once in the local deli:

> “You want kefir? It's like milk's emo cousin.”

look, i don't make the jokes. the city does.

currently, it’s april and hating every minute of spring. like, grumpy-eastern-european-spring, where it’s snowing but also flowers are sprouting? vibes like a broken relationship. cold mornings with hints of possibility-grim but flirtatious.

you can fly into ufa from moscow in about three hours. or if you’re broke-as-hell (like me), roll overnight on a train that smells faintly of cabbage.

actual local advice
yeah bro, best places to work and stay? these sketchy but lively hostels downtown. Check this one. and yandex.taxi works like a charm, really. and if you’re not living in residence, this local forum talks about dorm hell and flatshares pretty straight-up. some said that having your own place is actually doable if you crash with a co-ed group willing to sleep in shifts.

data stuff*
i pulled approximate costs for you broke college kids:

ExpenseApprox Cost (RUB/month)
Shared Apartment Rent12,000-18,000
Groceries6,000-10,000
Public Transport1,000-1,500
Coffee (good local spots)150-300
Drinks at Local Bars400-800



they say ufa’s relatively safe, especially compared to, like, saint petersburg or moscow. but one girl i talked to said she got pickpocketed twice and defended her kebab in the red army park like it was a sacred artifact. keep your eyes peeled and your headphones unplugged.

iframe for you to virtually visit:



also, i entered a local subreddit to hear some real rants, and someone said:

> “Ufa chooses you. You don’t choose Ufa.”

fwiw, i’m starting to believe it. it’s brutish, unpolished, and freezing 8 months a year. but also weirdly honest. which is rarer than you’d think in a university city.

if ufa were a band, it’d be one of those garage rock outfits with too many pedals and a bassist who never learned scales. cheap rent, strong history, minimal presets. if you're broke, brainy, or just done with polish-this might be your next stop.


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