Moments before boarding our bus to Buenos Aires we got offered a couch by computor-programming rocker Agustine.
After a wild goose chase around the city, following a mix-up of directions, we found his place and dutifully waited for him to finish work. Agustine was our third host and, having hosted 25 people previously, he was a convenient middle-point between Paulo (who had taken in over 50 surfers) and Jaime (who had taken three).
We spent the first night together eating, drinking, talking, bunking off French
class and experimenting with conversations in the dark. The following night we parted ways – Agustine to a rock concert and me and Rhia to a couchsurfing Halloween party (yes we are groupies already). Dressed in shabbily put together costumes that involved extra pairs of pants and cotton w
ool, we headed to Palermo not knowing what to expect.
To our delight it was a full-blown club with disco lights and lots of dancing. To our disappointment no-one else was wearing costumes so our interesting garb just made us look pretty simple.
We didn’t actually speak to any couchsurfers that night but somehow my inner couchsurfing entrepeneur kicked in and convinced an unassuming Irish chap to take us in the following week for his first, if slightly unexpected, couchsurfing experience.
After a wild goose chase around the city, following a mix-up of directions, we found his place and dutifully waited for him to finish work. Agustine was our third host and, having hosted 25 people previously, he was a convenient middle-point between Paulo (who had taken in over 50 surfers) and Jaime (who had taken three).
We spent the first night together eating, drinking, talking, bunking off French
class and experimenting with conversations in the dark. The following night we parted ways – Agustine to a rock concert and me and Rhia to a couchsurfing Halloween party (yes we are groupies already). Dressed in shabbily put together costumes that involved extra pairs of pants and cotton w
ool, we headed to Palermo not knowing what to expect.To our delight it was a full-blown club with disco lights and lots of dancing. To our disappointment no-one else was wearing costumes so our interesting garb just made us look pretty simple.
We didn’t actually speak to any couchsurfers that night but somehow my inner couchsurfing entrepeneur kicked in and convinced an unassuming Irish chap to take us in the following week for his first, if slightly unexpected, couchsurfing experience.
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