Couchsurfing in New Zealand

A Night in Rotorua

The day took an unexpected turn when I found myself stranded in Rotorua without a place to stay. All hostels were fully booked, so I decided to give Couchsurfing a try for the first time. Couchsurfing, where strangers offer you a place to stay in exchange for cultural exchange or simply company, seemed like my best shot.

A Brazilian host, living on the outskirts and with good reviews, agreed to host me. As I waited outside the hostel, nerves kicked in. Then, there he was—window down, casually dressed, adorned with tattoos. He greeted me warmly with kisses on both cheeks, though I couldn't shake off a sense of caution.

The drive to his place was nerve-wracking. I couldn't help but think of all the warnings I've received over the years about staying safe. Arriving at his house, my anxiety heightened. The exterior seemed fine, but inside, temporary furniture and a mattress on the floor greeted me. It felt eerie, like the beginning of a thriller movie.

To ease the tension, he suggested we walk his dog in the woods. I felt obligated but uneasy, my mind racing with escape plans. Returning, I retreated to my makeshift room, hoping to keep to myself. But then he asked if I wanted to watch a movie with him. My discomfort peaked—there was no furnished living room, just his bed.

As dawn approached, I packed hastily and left. I couldn't take any more chances. Exhausted and sleepless, I kept a pocket knife close, feeling relieved to leave unscathed. It was a night that left me shaken but reminded me of the unpredictable stories travel can create.

"Traveling— it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller." Truer words were never spoken.

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