Leaving the relative homeliness of a family house in El Pinar we always knew our next couchsurfing experience would be different, but we didn’t expect it to be quite so different…
Arriving in the evening at a rural farmhouse in Western Uruguay, Juan (our host) cheerfully showed us our new home: an abandoned old farmhouse he had moved into a few months ago which had been unoccupied for over 35 years since his grandfather’s mysterious death.
It probably didn’t help that we arrived at night but the flickering lights, irregular buzzing of the electric fence and perpetual huge flittering insects meant that it was not the easiest first night’s sleep. Juan explained that the jail bars on the door were only for when he was alone and afraid of s
trange walkers in the night, it would at least buy him a few more minutes to call the police he explained… Hmmm, great. I decided not to ask about the red handprints all over the back door.
During the night I barely slept, fearing a bit for my life, but once I finally drifted off the bedroom door was thrown open by a babbling old topless man incoherently asking for Juan. I turned over and hoped it was all a dream. And then the chainsaws and hammers on the roof started…
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