Couchsurfing and a dodgy Italian
Trip Start Apr 25, 2012
17Trip End Nov 12, 2012
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I've always lived my life with a carefree attitude, having faith that things will always work out for the best. I also struggle to make definite decisions, and as a result I spent far too long in London while I tried to figure out my next move.
I never checked into a hostel. I ended up staying at a house with Ronnie and a bloke from Barcelona called Joan (yes Joan is a bloke). Despite my initial fears, things worked out quite well, at least for one week. Joan is one of the nicest and funniest blokes you could ever meet, despite his lack of English. We have been "squatting" in an abandoned house, and if you aren’t familiar with the term then you should Google it. Ronnie has had other couch surfers as well, including a French girl, a Brazilian girl, and a weird Chinese bloke. I have had a lot of fun with them (especially the French girl), and the abandoned house had somewhat turned into a bit of an exclusive hostel, with 8 people there at one point
I ended up staying with the landlord. He’s an Italian mafia bloke called Luca, and he is not to be trusted. This decision went against my better judgement, as the place was a dump and I had to look after his Japanese girlfriend’s cat. It got so lonely I started talking to the stupid thing, even though I hate cats. I should have gone to a hostel to meet fellow travellers, as that is where most of the fun has come so far. As I finally decided enough was enough and left London, the warnings I had been given about Luca were justified. He made sure he knew exactly when I wanted to leave, and made sure he wasn’t around for it so he could keep my deposit. Of course he didn’t answer his phone either. I will be back though, because I still have a key. This one isn’t over just yet. It will be very brave of me to blackmail a mafia bloke but we’ll just wait and see what this comes to.
It may seem like the whole trip has been a disaster, but it hasn’t. I’ve had fun with other travellers. The times I’ve been out I met great people from Hungary, Romania, Israel, Portugal, and even Australia. I’ve met nice people from pretty much everywhere except England. It’s now time to get out of the capital and head south. I’ll see some of the British countryside, where people are apparently much friendlier. I’ll make the most of my time here, but really, things won’t really kick off until I leave the UK. You’ll be sure to hear some better stories in the not too distant future.