"Thanks, babe" said the immigration officer in Melbourne airport handing my passport back and I stepped into the down under.
All I had arranged beforehand was a place to stay via couchsurfing. On the first day I needed to ask people's help do many times, including 10cents that was missing for my overpriced tramticket. But I made it to my host's place. He was actually working and other couchsurfers let me in and handed me over the key. I only met the guy in the evening in a pub. He didn't even have a key for himself... had just trusted that I feel like home at his place and don't sell his furniture or borrow his laptop and leave altogether. Pretty amazing.
Today as well. I changed from one couch to another and my host just had left me the key in the postbox, so I could come and drop off my bag whenever I want and leave as I please. I met him later at a free concert down in the city.
The middle host, where I stayed 4 nights, didn't leave me a key, but just suggested to climb in from the bathroom window in the back of the house. System worked. Now I left my big bag at his place to surf couple of nights elsewhere, just to return and maybe sleep at his friends garden, in a tent on Friday. I find the idea of sleeping in a tent in Melbourne pretty funny, but in a good way.
Besides sleeping arrangement, couch surfing had been really cool. This is a way to meet great people and who are locals as well and get valuable information. Plus just fun to talk to and hang around with.
Even the kangaroo bbq yesterday was organised via couchsurfing. One australian girl Anna just invited 25 people to her house, everyone brought some food and drinks and she took care of the australian specialities.
It amazes me how many kind, trustful and positive people there are. And I know I will also host once I will get an address again. Warmly suggested to you too :)
All I had arranged beforehand was a place to stay via couchsurfing. On the first day I needed to ask people's help do many times, including 10cents that was missing for my overpriced tramticket. But I made it to my host's place. He was actually working and other couchsurfers let me in and handed me over the key. I only met the guy in the evening in a pub. He didn't even have a key for himself... had just trusted that I feel like home at his place and don't sell his furniture or borrow his laptop and leave altogether. Pretty amazing.
Today as well. I changed from one couch to another and my host just had left me the key in the postbox, so I could come and drop off my bag whenever I want and leave as I please. I met him later at a free concert down in the city.
The middle host, where I stayed 4 nights, didn't leave me a key, but just suggested to climb in from the bathroom window in the back of the house. System worked. Now I left my big bag at his place to surf couple of nights elsewhere, just to return and maybe sleep at his friends garden, in a tent on Friday. I find the idea of sleeping in a tent in Melbourne pretty funny, but in a good way.
Besides sleeping arrangement, couch surfing had been really cool. This is a way to meet great people and who are locals as well and get valuable information. Plus just fun to talk to and hang around with.
Even the kangaroo bbq yesterday was organised via couchsurfing. One australian girl Anna just invited 25 people to her house, everyone brought some food and drinks and she took care of the australian specialities.
It amazes me how many kind, trustful and positive people there are. And I know I will also host once I will get an address again. Warmly suggested to you too :)
nii palju juttu igat sorti surfingust, aga kahjuks ma veel ei lugenud seda, kuidas sa päevitunud muskulaarse austraallasest surfari juhendamisel oma esimesed tunnid oled võtnud;)
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