HOW I PARTICIPATE IN COUCHSURFING I surfed a couch on the back of a hop-hip pirate ship and survived. I think that counts. COUCHSURFING EXPERIENCE History in 10.5 Chapters Surfing Roy in Prague Caspar in Berlin Magally in Mexico City Vincent in Berlin Andreas in Berlin Christian & Daniela in Berlin Sandra & Michael in Berlin Paraic, Fernelly & Derek in Berlin Hosting Johnny from New York Kostas from Athens Alex from Bristol Flurin from Bulle Stephan & Vanessa from Mainz Bruno from Guadalajara Arturo from Bogota Samira, Fab, Julien & Agathe from Brussels Klaudyna from Poznan

In the Nevada desert I watched a whiteout duststorm come into a funnel, then turn into a straight line with either side of my vision absolutely crystal clear. It held for about 5 seconds, felt like longer. On the subway in Mexico City, a man got on, spread a blanket covered in broken glass and did back flips onto it until people gave him money. Recreational riots, Mayday in Berlin. Camping on the Alaskan Highway; a herd of bison ran through our camp at dawn and I had to climb a tree to avoid tramplation. Is that even a word? A grizzly bear stole 20$ from me. I was in an RV, we thought we were driving South into the California desert, but actually we were going North-East; drove almost 100 miles in the wrong direction, wound up on the edge of Crater Lake at 3am. A blizzard on Canada Day.