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Overview
About Me
CURRENT MISSION
to see, hear, feel, and taste as much as I can of "real life," wherever I can
ABOUT ME
A genuinely nice guy, so I'm told. I'll love to chat about your life, where you're from, what you are passionate about, what makes you feel most at home. We'll laugh, we'll cry, we'll have a great time.
I always want to scale the highest mountain, find the best dance party, taste the most delicious and unique local treat. But, I'll see it all or I'll see nothing and have a great time, if you're good company.
Set me loose in a new place and watch me find the most out of the way corner to sit and watch the world go by. Then I'll get right in the middle and soak it all up.
Should probably throw in a few key words for searches: friendly, adventuresome, gay, non-smoker, no drugs, moderate drinker, very clean, saucy
PHILOSOPHY
"My story isn't pleasant, it's not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves." Hermann Hesse
Why I’m on Couchsurfing
HOW I PARTICIPATE IN COUCHSURFING
visited 38 states (16.8%)Create your own visited map of The World or Brazil travel guide for Android
Interests
History, Food, Drinking, Dancing, Culture, Language, Nature, Urban Settings, Architecture, Literature, Art...
- arts
- culture
- literature
- architecture
- dancing
- dining
- partying
- drinking
- traveling
- history
- tourism
One Amazing Thing I’ve Done
I stayed in a castle in rural Rajasthan, India, with the descendants of the raj who built it. I will never forget waking up to the sunrise every morning with the call to prayer echoing off the stone walls, watching the goat herders scattering their flocks out of town into the endless golden plains. Or standing with a cup of chai from a hand hewn iron pot from a stall, in the hustle and bustle of the street market in Churu ignoring all the staring, until finally someone, in broken English, thanked me for visiting their humble city, the first white person they had ever seen.