After roughly 10 hours on the Amtrak train moving down the east coast from an intense week in San Francisco, we stepped out on the…
This one time, in Dublin, I found myself sleeping on a couch that belonged to a middle-aged white man who never wore any clothes. A…
I was couch surfing in California, and had been with one particularly generous host just south of LA for almost a week. Careful not to…
The places you stay whilst travelling generally seem to determine how good of a time you are going to have in a city. This especially…
I first heard about couch-surfing from a university tutor in one of those lame first-day “get-to-know each-other” classes. He casually mentioned it as one of…
