In 2014 I was all over the place. I travelled to New Zealand, Australia, India, Thailand, Belgium, France, Spain, and Italy. The time I went motorbiking in Italy will always stay special to me.
When I was a 10-year-old I had 2 idols, both of them strong independent women. First one was Mother Theresa – I’m sure I still have an essay I did on her somewhere. Second one, Jane Goodall. And she’s the one I will be talking about now.
Flash back to last week: there I am putting my head in dark holes in the New Zealand bush. My hair is getting stuck in branches, but I am focused on finding dark nests for the kiwi. We are about to release 50 of them back into the wild.
I’ve been a big fan of Couchsurfing since the first second. That’s why I think it’s time I share this magnificent medium with the world.
As the word explains, you stay on the couch of someone. You can stay one, two or more nights, don’t need to pay, but it is definitely not a hotel. Couchsurfing is about exchanging cultures, travel stories, experience; meeting people that are the same and yet so different than you. I find it the best way to discover a country. You see everything from the eyes of a local. You live for a couple of days their life, and that can be so rewarding. Much more than being the typical tourist and only do the main highlights.