A newspaper review of couchsurfing, alternative websites and the pros and cons of the organisation. This is a relevant piece of journalism as it comes from a sceptical or critical viewpoint so is looked upon with open eyes instead of someone, like myself, who has been there, used it, and had positive experiences.
April 8, 2007
The Top 5 couchsurfing websites
Cheap and sociable, but a stranger’s home? Sally Howard reports from a futon in New York
My friends and coworkers say I’m nuts having you here, of course,” laughs Elizabeth, the straight-talking, 26-year-old Californian stranger in horn-rimmed specs who’s my host for a spring city break in New York. “Inviting a complete unknown off the internet to stay in my small apartment... they say you’re out to rob me. But there would be much easier ways to do that, wouldn’t there?”
Hospitality networks — communities set up to enable travellers to share the home of a foreign host — are nothing new. Launched by the Denmark-based American Bob Luitweiler in 1949, the United Nations-recognised Servas (www.servas.org ) had the lofty aim of realising Gandhi’s maxim: “The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.”
But Servas, and its contemporary Pasporta Servo (www.tejo.org/eo/ps ), a hospitality community for speakers of Esperanto, functioning as something of a foreign-exchange programme for adults, required a lengthy registration process, membership fee and minimum four-week notice period of a home stay.
Then, networks like the Hospitality Club, which now has 250,000 members in 207 countries, found a happy home on the web. Less formal propositions, these sites were largely the purlieu of backpackers and gap-year travellers, attracted by the twin benefits of saving precious cash and “living like the locals”.
But it was in 2004, with the launch of The CouchSurfing Project, that a verb was coined and a mainstream travel trend born. Couchsurfing.com was the brainchild of Casey Fenton, an American web consultant who, after buying a bargain flight to Iceland, realised that he had no interest in spending his hard-earned greenbacks on “rotting in a hotel all weekend playing Mr Tourist”.
After a bout of beard-scratching, Fenton alighted on the idea of using the random networking potential of the internet to spam a couple of thousand Reykjavik students, asking whether they’d put him up on their sofas and show him around their home city.
The same year, Fenton launched the CouchSurfing Project. The website broadened its focus to online chat and a shared passion for travel, and with several thousand recruits joining the project’s 200,000 registered users each week, Couchsurfing.com is now an undisputed phenomenon.
“The people who come to stay with us come from all walks of life,” says Elizabeth later, as she hands me a cup of camomile tea. “We’ve had a gay German couple in their fifties, lots of thirtysomething couples, as well as younger travellers.
With the older surfers, it’s as if they’re looking for something a bit different to the anonymity of a hotel.” Elizabeth, a nurse, and her boyfriend, Alex, 28, a PhD student (pictured, left), typically house two or three couchsurfers a month, “although, being in New York, we get so many requests”.
I have the distinction of being their first couchsurfer to elicit a profuse round of apologies before even setting my knapsack down on the well-padded beige futon. It’s 11pm on the day of my arrival and for the previous three hours I had been left sitting in an overpriced Upper West Side Italian restaurant, pushing polenta around my plate and tipping back house merlot.
On the plus side, Elizabeth and Alex don’t inhabit the sagging Harlem tenement coloured in by my wild imagination beneath the cover of an airline blanket. My couch lives in a noble American townhouse on a tree-lined street in the shade of the monolithic American Museum of Natural History.
I also wonder, as I stare into the dazzle of Elizabeth and Alex’s mile-wide smiles, whether I should blame myself for my long spell battling the gaze of a rank of insistent waiters. True, there was no sign of the promised key waiting beneath the plastic plant pot on the stoop, but perhaps I shouldn’t have foolishly sent a text to announce my arrival.
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Texting an American, as I well knew, is only marginally more effective than attaching your message to the back of a baffled city pigeon. Americans simply don’t do texting.
So, what is the couchsurfing etiquette? “We’re super-flexible, but there are a few rules,” says Elizabeth. “We want surfers to be comfortable, but not too comfortable. It’s nice when there’s a gesture, like bringing us a gift from your home country, or taking us out to dinner.
“And staying two or three nights is cool; longer gets a bit awkward. We do get the eccentrics, of course, like the Austrian couple who said they were travelling to help each other through depression, then vomited out their entire life stories in 90 minutes. But mostly, it’s positive.”
What’s in it for Elizabeth and Alex? “Well, it’s always cool to meet people, especially Europeans — we see enough of Americans. And we’re hoping to go travelling next year, touring all of our couchsurfers.”
On the other side of the Atlantic, Jane and Phil Ballard of Ely, Cambridgeshire, also offered themselves as hosts in the hope of meeting “a few interesting souls”, but their experience was less positive. “We put up various surfers,” says Jane, 55, “and worked hard to give them a good time.
Some asked us to visit them (and some even meant it), and we have a gaudy collection of photographic calendars and plastic dolls to show for their visits. Then we had a bad experience with an American. She persuaded us to delay our own holiday to accommodate her, told us her time of arrival at the station and then failed to turn up.
She e-mailed a week later, saying she’d felt ‘a bit tired’ and had decided to stay in London. That did it for me.”
For the couchsurfing newbie, navigating the website in search of a potential couch can also be a darkly unpredictable business — profiles of seedy-looking, bare-chested gents go unpoliced, and introductory straplines such as “I have the ability to synthesise some compounds and I can separate drugs from bile, plasma and urine” can do unfortunate things to the browser’s own bile.
But the couchsurfing site does offer some safeguards, such as a system (similar to eBay’s) of users vouching for each other online and a higher verification level (for £13), where a letter is sent to the host’s home address requiring a postal reply.
The site also makes an effort to lessen the risk of surfing mishaps with its stern admonitions to book a hotel as backup and to avoid staying with unverified members or lone males if you’re a single female traveller.
None of this dissuades a growing number of Elizabeths and Alexes, though: “Even if you did end up peeing on the rug, I doubt I’ll be put off,” smiles Elizabeth. “The beauty of sites such as this is that they make the web world real, and make us take a leap of faith — you’re rewarded in finding out that human beings are generally a pretty cool bunch.”
www.couchsurfing.com A professional-looking site, with numerous functions, thataims to “create deep and meaningful connections that cross oceans, continents and cultures”.
www.globalfreeloaders.com An Australian hospitality network, with the antipodes particularly well represented.
www.hospitalityclub.org One of the web originals, aiming to “bring people together”. Duration of stay and specifics (such as food) are set out before your stay.
www.stay4free.com A global “free accommodation network” based in Holland.
www.travelhoo.com Another of the early web outfits. Also offers a travel partner-finding service. Sign up to surf
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