Couchsurfing and a dodgy Italian

Trip Start Apr 25, 2012
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Abandoned house and mafia mansion

Flag of United Kingdom  , London, City of,
Friday, May 11, 2012



So you are wondering what's going to happen to me next on my
journey? You aren’t the only one. I’ve always lived my life with a carefree
attitude, having faith that things will always work out for the best. I also
struggle to make definite decisions, and as a result I spent far too long in
London while I tried to figure out my next move.

I never checked into a hostel. I ended up staying at a house
with Ronnie and a bloke from Barcelona called Joan (yes Joan is a bloke). Despite
my initial fears, things worked out quite well, at least for one week. Joan is
one of the nicest and funniest blokes you could ever meet, despite his lack of
English. We have been "squatting" in an abandoned house, and if you aren’t
familiar with the term then you should Google it. Ronnie has had other couch
surfers as well, including a French girl, a Brazilian girl, and a weird Chinese
bloke. I have had a lot of fun with them (especially the French girl), and the
abandoned house had somewhat turned into a bit of an exclusive hostel, with 8
people there at one point. However, all good things have to come to an end. The
landlord doesn’t like Ronnie and is evicting him, so I had to reconsider my
options.

I ended up staying with the landlord. He’s an Italian mafia
bloke called Luca, and he is not to be trusted. This decision went against my
better judgement, as the place was a dump and I had to look after his Japanese
girlfriend’s cat. It got so lonely I started talking to the stupid thing, even
though I hate cats. I should have gone to a hostel to meet fellow travellers,
as that is where most of the fun has come so far. As I finally decided enough
was enough and left London, the warnings I had been given about Luca were
justified. He made sure he knew exactly when I wanted to leave, and made sure
he wasn’t around for it so he could keep my deposit. Of course he didn’t answer
his phone either. I will be back though, because I still have a key. This one
isn’t over just yet. It will be very brave of me to blackmail a mafia bloke but
we’ll just wait and see what this comes to.

It may seem like the whole trip has been a disaster, but it
hasn’t. I’ve had fun with other travellers. The times I’ve been out I met great
people from Hungary, Romania, Israel, Portugal, and even Australia. I’ve met
nice people from pretty much everywhere except England. People in London are
just so rude and abrupt (not to mention stoners), so it’s time to get out of
the capital and head south. I’ll see some of the British countryside, where
people are apparently much friendlier. I’ll make the most of my time here, but
really, things won’t really kick off until I leave the UK. You’ll be sure to
hear some better stories in the not too distant future.
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