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Couchsurfing in Transylvania

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Written in early May, 2015.

The moon was full and shining eerily through the fog-like clouds last night in Sibiu, Transylvania.

Her lips and teeth were dyed red from the cheap red wine but I wondered if it was actually blood from her most recent kill that she was succulently licking from her seductive Romanian grin.

Shortly thereafter I found myself in her bed, telling myself, “this is it,” as she slowly sank her teeth into my neck.

Okay, okay, some or all of that may or may not be true… I was the one drinking the red wine. The real story, you ask?

I was at a party at my Couchsurfing host’s house having a pretty good time. The wine, beer, and Tuica (local plum brandy) were flowing finely.

Food was aplenty, and despite eating vegetables and bread coated in the most garlicy garlic sauce ever – which, I was told, is a sure thing to keep the vampires away – I was taken prey.

Okay, maybe that last part isn’t true either, but the creamy sauce was indeed very garlicy, and delicious.

I was enjoying myself, getting warmed by the outside fire, which kept growing and growing due to one maniac’s obsession with its potential (rather inevitable) demise.

I was having a nice chat with a local girl. She was cute and charming in her Romanian vampirey-drink-your-blood kind of way (Oh! The stereotypes).

The host was insisting that we move inside, although the girl and I were having an enjoyable conversation outside.

He was hitting on her quite clearly, and she wasn’t having any of it. I can’t clearly remember what happened, but I politely suggested that we stay outside and he said “shut up” – that really caught me off guard.

I called him out for it and he apologized and tried to make it seem like he didn’t mean it, however, he was clearly bitter and jealous and becoming an angry drunk.

I went inside and started preparing the couch that I was to sleep on.

There was a bit of tension in the air. I asked about pillows, blankets, and sheets, of which there were apparently none, so I was told. I was just going to have to be okay with that.

The Romanian girl then spoke up, “I have a blanket at my house.” The host spoke rudely to her which I really didn’t appreciate. He then stated he had a blanket, but it was too late.

I quickly packed my bags and she and I were off – drunk, happy, and chatty under the moonlight. She kept saying it wouldn’t have happened if she wasn’t there, that she caused the problem.

I quickly made her understand that nothing was her fault, but actually, because she was there lots of true colors were shown.

She did a very courageous thing. I’m sure it took a lot of courage for her to speak up in front of one of her acquaintances, trying to protect someone she barely knew, and so I commend her for that.

I was happy to have a bed to sleep in, a blanket to cover me, and experiences to share with a respectful and caring person.

 

Events leading up to this evening: Left hostel in Brasov around 8:40am; walked for one hour to get out of Brasov and find a good place to hitchhike; waited one hour on the highway before getting picked up; hitched a ride, 2.5 hours to Sibiu; walked 20 minutes to city center; waited one hour at cafe waiting to hear back from CS hosts; walked 30 minutes to to-be host’s house; waited one hour for host and she did not arrive (running late but I couldn’t wait); walked 30 minutes back to city center; spent 30 minutes at cafe finding another host; walked 30 minutes to new host’s house; drank, talked, and ate for 6 hours; left host’s and walked 1 hour to new host’s; slept happily.

As you can see, some days aren’t all that exciting and involve a lot of nothingness and wasting time (for lack of better words, because it’s not really wasting time).

I don’t mind though, I’m just being alive – walking, eating, seeing, being content. Traveling is a way of living for short periods of time in many places.

Despite moving around a lot on this day and having a mildly bad experience with a local host, one thing’s true: At the end of the day I made one new friend I otherwise would not have made.

Someone helped me, and that made me a very, very happy person. Kindness is something wonderful, especially in the face of rudeness.

Couchsurfing isn’t flawless. Despite this negative experience, I’ll definitely keep surfing, as this platform is one of the most wonderful social networks in the world and can provide you with endless wonderful opportunities.

My stay in Sibiu, the European Capital of Culture in 2007, was otherwise quite enjoyable.

 

 

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