Sometimes when I tell people I couchsurf, they think it’s a sport. When I tell them what couchsurfing actually is, they think I’m a lunatic for doing it. In fact, according to the couchsurfing website, there are more than 7 million other lunatics around the world participating in the project, and that number is still growing.
The first time I couchsurfed was in Cairns, Australia, in October 2011. I was traveling with my best friend, KC, from back home. KC had heard about couchsurfing from some friends and signed herself up for a weekend surfing in Portland, Ore. All she had to do was create a profile online and then she could use the website’s search engine to find “hosts” who would welcome travelers, or “surfers,” into their homes for short-term accommodation.
KC’s first experience in America was a good one so we were eager to try it in Australia. We arrived at the Cairns Airport to a nearly empty passenger pick-up terminal. Leaning casually against a white pick-up truck was a 6-foot-something stranger of a man with a bald head and hands that could easily palm my skull like a basketball. This was our couchsurfing host.
To say that KC and I slept with one eye open on that first night would be an understatement. Despite having a room to ourselves, complete with two single beds and freshly laundered sheets, we didn’t sleep a wink. The locks on both our bedroom door and the attached patio door were broken. Was it deliberate? For hours KC and I lay in the dark, blinking and sweating, every bump in the night making our hearts beat twice as hard.
And then it was morning. We spent the next three days boating, wake-surfing, jet-skiing and taking scenic drives.
Since then, I have couchsurfed with more than 20 hosts throughout Australia and New Zealand, some of them while flying solo. I’ve even met up with a few couchsurfers in America. To date, I have not had a negative experience. That doesn’t mean that people don’t have them, but the amount of risky business involved with couchsurfing is incredibly low considering how frequently it is used.
Unfortunately, some people think couchsurfing is simply about free accommodation for travelers on a budget. They’re wrong. Though the project is aimed at a cultural exchange rather than a monetary one, every host and surfer participates on their own terms and for their own reasons. There are no hard and fast rules.
If you’re a parent whose children have grown up and moved out of the house, maybe you just want to fill those empty beds once in a while and pay forward a kindness that was paid to you in the past. If you’re a travel-curious, nonsmoking vegan, it’s within your discretion to decline any carnivorous chain-smoker who asks to stay on your couch. In the end, the terms of where you stay, how long you stay, who you stay with and what you do while you’re staying are all negotiated on an individual basis.
While couchsurfing may not be for everyone, anyone can do it. I’ve surfed the couches of mature 20-somethings and wild over-70 retirees. The only expectation among all couchsurfers is for members of the community to treat one another with common courtesy and respect. It’s important to remember that you are not only stepping out of your comfort zone, but you are stepping into someone else’s.
When I was couchsurfing, nearly every single host invited me to a sit-down dinner or a meal of some kind as a way to break the ice. To show my appreciation, I always washed the dishes and offered to plan the next evening’s meal if I was staying for more than one night. These seemingly simple interactions and small kindnesses can pave the way for lasting friendships, or at the very least, they can freshen your perspective and open your mind to something new.
That’s not to say that couchsurfing hasn’t had its fair share of social, technical and financial challenges, but the project continues to thrive because of the ideas it represents. It’s easy to shake your head and sum it up as a foolhardy endeavor, but it’s changing lives in every country in the world.
To learn more about couchsurfing, visit couchsurfing.org.
Tiffani Amo graduated from the St. Petersburg High School International Baccalaureate program in 2006 and went on to get a bachelor’s degree in journalism and communications from the University of Florida. She recently returned home after spending 28 months traveling abroad and is relocating to Colorado. She has a website, tiffaniamo.com.