(A COUCH SURFING TOUR OF THE GLOBE)
Our couch is not in an excellent shape, however all the conventional facilities are there.
I also expect decent standards of hygiene from you (i.e. no peeing on the floors).
Shashank, New Delhi, India
What sort of person offers up their couch to complete strangers? And how can said strangers be sure that the owner of that couch
is not an axe-wielding psychopath? Intrigued by this fast-growing phenomenon Brian Thacker set out on a couch surfing tour of the globe
to discover how and why dossing on someone’s lounge room floor has become the latest, hippest way to travel.
It’s time to grab your passport, strap yourself in and join Brian as he travels through the Americas, Africa, India, Iceland and places
in between, sleeping on floors and couches, under drum kits and in wardrobes; hanging out with some of the strangest, most charming,
entertaining or just plain crazy people you could hope — or perhaps hope not — to meet.
There’s Mariana of Rio de Janeiro, who is, in her own words, the coolest and happiest Carioca in Rio; Smari from Reykjavik who fed Brian
rancid shark; and not forgetting the very hospitable Bob from Chicago (who even threw in a riot just to make him feel at home) to name but a few.
Then again, after a night fighting off malaria-carrying mosquitos in a sweat pit in Nairobi you may never feel like leaving home again.