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Showing posts with label Scary. Show all posts

First, we read this book, “Holy Cow” by Sarah MacDonald, and then we visited and saw holy shit.

Welcome to India.—  Read the sign as we crossed the border from Nepal on a bicycle rickshaw. This is where we still had the chance to turn around and run, curiously we continued.


The smell filled our nostrils the minute we entered India. —What is that smell?— I almost puked. The smell nearly knocked us out unlike any other smell before. Decay and rotten garbage instantly put disgust on the face.

Presenting our passports to Indian “officials” was more primitive then any other checkpoint we have crossed yet, it took 5 officials who were occupied with cracking and eating peanuts, to give us a stamp, I don’t even think one of them looked at our visa.

Beeping cars, loud rickshaws, ringing bicycles, screaming people, slow cows, dying dogs, and ranging monkeys were all rolling and stepping in and over holy shit.

Completely disoriented we hopped on a local bus and continued our long journey to Varanasi. The bus was full of man staring at the two white toddies that just have been traveling for 10 hours from Pokhara in sweat, tired and in disbelief.

After 24 hours of traveling in the bus, on the bicycle rickshaw, and in the train we arrived to one of the most holly cities in India, Varanasi. It’s a city where the elderly come and await their turn to be burned and thrown into the holy river, Ganga. It’s a city where crowds of Hindus gather by Ghats and bath in Ganga for spiritual ceremonies.

We arrived in the morning, early morning 5am morning, and it took us 3 hours to find the guesthouse we were looking for. It took one taxi driver to continuously doge our request and brining us to different hotels and guesthouse so he can make commission. It took 5 people to point us to different direction and it took one homeless guy who walked with us to show us the way. Walking over 3 km with our backpacks, through chaotic streets of Varanasi, with the sun becoming strong we were done before we began.

Annoyed at the chaos we stayed in the guesthouse for few hours and reflected on what we just experienced. Bellies growling we ventured out into small alleys in the old town of Varanasi. The smell kept hiding us hard, cows were blocking our ways, and we kept turning and loosing our sense of direction. Garbage, millions of insects, cow shit, begging and praying people, running kids, dead people, motorbikes and dust were all on a move in the tightest alleys. Chai (tea) was served in every shop and curd (yogurt) was being made in quantities while the burning human smoke from the Ghats filled the hazy atmosphere.

Nothing, absolutely nothing can prepare you and make you strong enough for India. It was a culture shock. A shit shock we have not been ready for and a shock that left us with a distaste to explore more.

However, the toddies are strong, and we didn’t wanted to give up so easy, three days later and we hopped on a train going to Agra to see the magical Taj Mahal.

The train is the most convenient and cheapest way to travel in India, but tickets are almost impossible to get the day of traveling. In short notice we got lucky and got the regular sleeper class without Air Con. Again shocked at the condition of the sleeper class, over crowded, dirty, smelly and hot. We locked our backpacks to the seats and held our important documents close by.

A group of police man approached us and gave us and other foreigners a letter to read, which said not to accept anything from anybody, no cookies, no chai nothing. It’s common for the locals to drug people and steal all their belongings. In no time, one of the tourists seating next to us was offered a Chai from a local guy. — The train felt sketchy.

All night my eyes were closed yet the mind was opened, I was in and out of sleep, stuck to the plastic bed while vendors were screaming — Chai, chai water, somosas, chai!. At one point during the night the guy across from me was masturbating and staring at Iza, and I.  I felt offended.

Arriving into Agra, with the sun rising behind giving an amazing view of Taj Mahal’s silhouette, a handful of people were squatting in the bushes. —What are these people doing?— Iza kept pointing to random people squatting in the bushes staring at the passing train. — They are taking a shit!— I laughed. But I was right; they were really taking a dump. I wonder if each and one of them use the same spot every time.

Speaking of which, we quickly found a moldy no window guesthouse, as our budget is getting low, and Iza locked her self in the bathroom. Aha, yep, “Delhi Belly” they call it, I think. This one was a serious pain belly, that postponed our Taj Mahal touring for the next day. Staying close to the toilet, I also started feeling the bug. Towards the afternoon, we both were screaming in the bathroom with agony, pain and hate for India. Next day’s touring got postponed to the following day as I was in full body pain and unable to keep anything in my system.

Few days passed and we saw the magic of Taj Mahal. In few words, despite the crowds It is all that! We went to see it at sunrise where crowds were at its minimum, it took our breath away, and any previous agony, pain and distaste disappeared in seconds. It’s one of those “you got to be there to feel it and believe it” things. Don’t miss this one if you are around. It touched us deep.

Shortly leaving Taj Mahal, shit hit the fan again and we were back in the chaos.
With no train tickets available, we were forced to take a local bus to Rishikes. An over night bus, after 10 hours of intense shakes, seriously foul smells and dusty inhales we finally made it to Rishikes, the yoga center of the world. 

Tired, exhausted and in pain we found a guesthouse in Ram Juhla, and once again Iza locked her self in the bathroom.

Holy cow India.




















First impression of India, Holy Cow Wow.


First, we read this book, “Holy Cow” by Sarah MacDonald, and then we visited and saw holy shit.

Welcome to India.—  Read the sign as we crossed the border from Nepal on a bicycle rickshaw. This is where we still had the chance to turn around and run, curiously we continued.


The smell filled our nostrils the minute we entered India. —What is that smell?— I almost puked. The smell nearly knocked us out unlike any other smell before. Decay and rotten garbage instantly put disgust on the face.

Presenting our passports to Indian “officials” was more primitive then any other checkpoint we have crossed yet, it took 5 officials who were occupied with cracking and eating peanuts, to give us a stamp, I don’t even think one of them looked at our visa.

Beeping cars, loud rickshaws, ringing bicycles, screaming people, slow cows, dying dogs, and ranging monkeys were all rolling and stepping in and over holy shit.

Completely disoriented we hopped on a local bus and continued our long journey to Varanasi. The bus was full of man staring at the two white toddies that just have been traveling for 10 hours from Pokhara in sweat, tired and in disbelief.

After 24 hours of traveling in the bus, on the bicycle rickshaw, and in the train we arrived to one of the most holly cities in India, Varanasi. It’s a city where the elderly come and await their turn to be burned and thrown into the holy river, Ganga. It’s a city where crowds of Hindus gather by Ghats and bath in Ganga for spiritual ceremonies.

We arrived in the morning, early morning 5am morning, and it took us 3 hours to find the guesthouse we were looking for. It took one taxi driver to continuously doge our request and brining us to different hotels and guesthouse so he can make commission. It took 5 people to point us to different direction and it took one homeless guy who walked with us to show us the way. Walking over 3 km with our backpacks, through chaotic streets of Varanasi, with the sun becoming strong we were done before we began.

Annoyed at the chaos we stayed in the guesthouse for few hours and reflected on what we just experienced. Bellies growling we ventured out into small alleys in the old town of Varanasi. The smell kept hiding us hard, cows were blocking our ways, and we kept turning and loosing our sense of direction. Garbage, millions of insects, cow shit, begging and praying people, running kids, dead people, motorbikes and dust were all on a move in the tightest alleys. Chai (tea) was served in every shop and curd (yogurt) was being made in quantities while the burning human smoke from the Ghats filled the hazy atmosphere.

Nothing, absolutely nothing can prepare you and make you strong enough for India. It was a culture shock. A shit shock we have not been ready for and a shock that left us with a distaste to explore more.

However, the toddies are strong, and we didn’t wanted to give up so easy, three days later and we hopped on a train going to Agra to see the magical Taj Mahal.

The train is the most convenient and cheapest way to travel in India, but tickets are almost impossible to get the day of traveling. In short notice we got lucky and got the regular sleeper class without Air Con. Again shocked at the condition of the sleeper class, over crowded, dirty, smelly and hot. We locked our backpacks to the seats and held our important documents close by.

A group of police man approached us and gave us and other foreigners a letter to read, which said not to accept anything from anybody, no cookies, no chai nothing. It’s common for the locals to drug people and steal all their belongings. In no time, one of the tourists seating next to us was offered a Chai from a local guy. — The train felt sketchy.

All night my eyes were closed yet the mind was opened, I was in and out of sleep, stuck to the plastic bed while vendors were screaming — Chai, chai water, somosas, chai!. At one point during the night the guy across from me was masturbating and staring at Iza, and I.  I felt offended.

Arriving into Agra, with the sun rising behind giving an amazing view of Taj Mahal’s silhouette, a handful of people were squatting in the bushes. —What are these people doing?— Iza kept pointing to random people squatting in the bushes staring at the passing train. — They are taking a shit!— I laughed. But I was right; they were really taking a dump. I wonder if each and one of them use the same spot every time.

Speaking of which, we quickly found a moldy no window guesthouse, as our budget is getting low, and Iza locked her self in the bathroom. Aha, yep, “Delhi Belly” they call it, I think. This one was a serious pain belly, that postponed our Taj Mahal touring for the next day. Staying close to the toilet, I also started feeling the bug. Towards the afternoon, we both were screaming in the bathroom with agony, pain and hate for India. Next day’s touring got postponed to the following day as I was in full body pain and unable to keep anything in my system.

Few days passed and we saw the magic of Taj Mahal. In few words, despite the crowds It is all that! We went to see it at sunrise where crowds were at its minimum, it took our breath away, and any previous agony, pain and distaste disappeared in seconds. It’s one of those “you got to be there to feel it and believe it” things. Don’t miss this one if you are around. It touched us deep.

Shortly leaving Taj Mahal, shit hit the fan again and we were back in the chaos.
With no train tickets available, we were forced to take a local bus to Rishikes. An over night bus, after 10 hours of intense shakes, seriously foul smells and dusty inhales we finally made it to Rishikes, the yoga center of the world. 

Tired, exhausted and in pain we found a guesthouse in Ram Juhla, and once again Iza locked her self in the bathroom.

Holy cow India.





















I woke up “Hangover in Beijing” I feel like some one just knocked me the F@*k out. My jaw hurts. —What the… why my two front teeth are chipped?— I ask myself looking at the mirror and feeling high. —Keith, did you knocked me out last night? What happened? — I don’t feel hangover, I think I am still drunk. I got ready; I have to meet Iza and Cédric at 2pm next to the Hammer statues in Tian’an Men Square. Quickly I get dress and I get caught looking for my shoes. —Where the F@*k are my shoes??? Frustrated I grab the Havaianas instead and run to the “office” (back yard with internet) I inform the two that I am running 1hr late. Belly feeling empty I grabbed the green-been ice cream from the fridge and started licking.
Sharp pain pierst through my right side. —What happened last night? — I try to dig deeper into the black-out memory due to drinking 5 shots of absinthe and countless gulps of the best Guyanese rum found in Beijing. We were celebrating our big night with Keith and Cédric, one and a half year of travel.

I was relieved when I learned that the two lovebirds (Iza and Cédric ) are also feeling same and postponing the meeting to later hours.

—Keith, hi, how are you? Sorry about last night, I don’t remember what happened but can you please ask your boss for the nearest dentist. I really need to get these teeth fixed — I write him an email, while looking at my two chipped front teeth in the bathroom mirror.

—Ha ha ha ha and 是这个直 — is the only thing I heard while looking at the Chinese dentist from below, who didn’t’ speak a word of English and asked all the working assistance to look at my teeth while he was applying the fill in. Scary shit.

Now, my teeth are fixed, but my jaw sure still hurts!

— Lets grab dumplings. Keith showed me the best and tastiest spot to have dumplings. — I sold the idea to Cédric and Iza after we finally reunited. We order a variety of dumplings and discuss the prior night’s events. I took a bite, and once again I felt this instance sharp pain.

— These dumplings taste goooo….— I felt hot flashes, I put my head on the table, I was feeling weird. I felt wet, my head felt heavy, my arms were wobbling, my feet started to shake and I tried to keep my eyes open. —AGA!!— Iza scream. My eyes opened a bit and I wanted to tell her to tell my mother that I love her, I wanted to tell her to take everything we did in the past year and a half and share it with the world, I wanted her to let all the people we know what we have experience and to tell them that life is amazing and not to take it for granted in any form. But I couldn’t, I was speechless, I saw flashes of my childhood, I saw myself playing in the forest and making potatoes in the fire. — OMG she is turning green— Iza continue to scream. — I felt my body sinking deep into the red zone a physical action of emotions I’ve never experiences before, not even on ayahouaska. If this is what dying is, then I felt it. I consciously, went to another world of decay and lost my soul. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move, I was dead/ fresh meat for the cannibals. All I though of was mom.

An ambulance was being called and the entire restaurant was curious and looking at the white girl turning green.

Five minutes in and strong vibes kicked in and helped me grant a second chance. I bounced back; covered in sweat feeling weak I became once again mobile and conscious.

—OMG, guys what the f@*k happened? I though I was dying. I felt my soul leaving my body, I saw you and I heard you but I couldn’t talk to you.— I was talking in shock and confusion — I feel better, no really I am good. Can you please bring me something wet and cold to put on my head.— I was in fear of loosing it again. — Did I almost die?

Sitting in one of Beijing’s dumpling house flashing through my life I had a wake up call. I was granted a second chance, a chance of realization that no matter how strong I feel I am still just a fragile human being with a quick snap I can be gone.


Few hours and days prior.
This place looks like Gothem City.— Said Cédric after coming to Keith’s place on his last day. Well said, I agree an apartment complex for the upper class with a twist where the retirement lives on along with Keith. Marble floors, fancy trimmings, internal AC rooms and creative lighting are just few of his habitat’s powers. Keith, the American Batman who flew from Austin, Texas to make some moves in his life. He left everything behind for a new life and opportunity to become a war journalist, just like his grandfather that captured the real black and white during the Vietnam War.

What are we doing here? Or, what am I doing here? For the first time the two Hot Toddies are separated. Iza is spending a week with Cédric, a backpacker who she met in Vietnam, fooled around on the train and changed our travel plans to come and meet him in Beijing for a week. — I think she likes him. — Leaving me, to fetch around and find my own way. So I found a new friend, Keith, a younger body with a grown up mentality, who hosts on Couch Surfing. He is the Batman on crack, which can’t say no to anything and surely has the energy to create a serious story.

I walk through 798 an art district in Beijing, where endless art galleries overflow my image of reality. It’s a place of concept and design just like my journey. I walk, think, imagine and observe. The chic, the modern UCCA (Ullens Center for Contemporary Art) and other facny galleries, plus the crowd surrounded is looking modish. 798 has style and a different vibe from the rest of Beijing, located north-east from city center. Old factories converted to modern galleries, a surreal life for the Beijinger they are creative and curious, tha browse through the streets in exploration and inspiration. I focused on street art and the abstract architecture. Countless galleries made me dizzy with creative overflow, I couldn’t distinguish what was creative. I need one hit at a time and then I can originate. Alone I cruised, though of my changing perspective, and smiled at the expansion of life’s moving images.

I can't believe that I made it to China. Just yesterday I was trekking the Great Wall of China, a men’s creation that can be seen from space. F@*king crazy shit!  I was in total disbelieve. — WOW. Iza we are walking on the Great Wall of China! — I always thought of it as being so far away and unreachable it always felt so distant, abstract and beyond my reach. Now, I am living this reach, and to tell you the truth, for the past week I can only feel that I belong here. I feel like I live here. Perhaps it has something to do with cursing through this advance world of digital and seamless movement alone.

The people? They spit, push but occasionally smile and are happy to help. Kids run around dipper less and man roll-up their shirts to cool of their bellies and show the manliness “if you don’t have a belly, you are not a man” type of phenomenon. The youngsters? Oh, they have style; I love the funky shoes they rock. It’s a different fashion not the western kind.

"Excuse me? It's my daughters first time visiting Beijing can we take a picture with you?" A random woman asked when Iza, Cédric and I were visiting the Bird’s Nest stadium, a stadium where the 2008 Olympics were held.

"Of course." We replied and I gave her the warmest hug while they snapped away, she was so happy and so was I. "Can you send this to my facebook?" I wanted to ask, but China prohibits Facebook like all the other social networking sites coming from outside the country. They have their own network of sites including a Chinese version of Facebook. The people in China are blocked; they are not allowed to spill their freedom beans. It’s a controlled export of words that are censored through higher technologies. Nothing works, no Google, no Blogger, no Facebook. They have their own feed of spinning word that shoot out supervised messages. Of course there is a way around it, buying a VPN, at https://surfrescue.me/.

Leading to the Forbidden City which was declared a World Heritage Site in 1987, and is listed by UNESCO as the largest collection of preserved ancient wooden structures in the world. The name as the residence of the terrestrial emperor, was its earthly counterpart. Jin, or "Forbidden", referred to the fact that no-one could enter or leave the palace without the emperor's permission. The controlled personality continues into their culture. Now the Forbidden City serves as a Palace Museum where hundredths of people cramp and tramp through this magnificent wonderland of Chinese architecture and culture, definitely the heart of Beijing. Honestly, a bit too much for me, the tourists are like flies that found the best shit in town. Pushing, buzzing, flying and annoying.


Back to the future.
So Keith? Please tell me that you know where my shoes are. My Birks that I bought in Singapore, overpaid, but it’s ok as they seen South East Asia with me and supported me through the rough roads. — Sorry, I don’t remember you having your shoes when I was dragging you out of the cab. Your, shoes along with my umbrella fell into a mystery.— he replied. I wanted to cry, — No not my Birks.


Keith’s side of the story.
With heavy eyes and a splitting headache I stumbled into work. My boss had big news for me and wanted to take me out for lunch.  I moved to Beijing 3 month’s ago looking to gain some experience within the production field, unaware of the opportunities that would present themselves. The big day had finally come and all I could think about was the night before.


Prior to this day I had met two girls through a website called couch surfing and agreed to host them at my place in Beijing. It is a wonderful service that allows you to reach out to travelers and provide a place to stay and share experiences. Little did I know, these two would provide a night I will never forget.


Sunday evening came around and my boss had made it pretty clear that Monday morning he would be offering me a position with his production company. It was a big night for Aga, Iza, and Cedric. Cedric was going home after a year of travels and Aga and Iza were looking to celebrate a year and a half of travels. I was easily convinced it would be a mellow night with great food and amazing company. The evening seemed perfect and the booze began to flow. Dinner was coming to an end and my appetite for alcohol was beginning to grow. Somehow Absinthe became the topic of conversation and Cedric was determined to show us the Swiss make it right. Lucky for us a little bar down the street carried all the winning potions. The Swiss Absinthe was out of our price range and we quickly settled for one that was much cheaper. Three shots deep and no one was feeling anything. Some obnoxious asshole stumbled up in awe that we just powered through three shots. Two more quickly followed and the drunken guy began to brag about special Rum he had from back home. The night was still young and Aga and I were dead set on making it into a party. 


We jumped into a cab and zipped off to retrieve the rum and keep the night alive. Cedric and Iza were supposed to wait for us back at the bar. When we got back they were nowhere to be found. Motherfuckers left us with this obnoxious asshole that claimed he was the next big photographer. The bar was closing down and all signs were telling us to go home.  After a few swigs I realized Aga was gone. She had made her way into the store across the street and was now sitting behind the desk using the stores computer. She came back a little distraught that we had been left and took full force of the bottle. A Chinese guy decided to join our little party and seemed nice enough.  I went to take a piss and returned to Aga passed out in the lap of a guy we just met minutes before.  He began to touch her inappropriately and I quickly told him to get lost. 


A storm moved in and the two of us were completely stranded. Everyone was gone and no cabs were to be found. I was now growing a bit frustrated with the situation. Aga was swaying madly back and fourth across the road and cabs refused to pick a couple of drunks up regardless of the rain. I finally secured us a cab and placed Aga in the front seat.  The entire way home was spent with the cab driver yelling in Chinese that he was going to drop us off if I couldn’t get Aga under control. The alcohol had hit her and everything seemed to be a joke. When we finally arrived back at my place Aga was coming in and out of consciousness. She was dead weight as I scrambled to retrieve her from the cab. The sky had fallen and the streets were flooded. The rain brought her back as we made our way pass the guards. I was exhausted and happy to see she could walk on her own. Two doors and an elevator were the last obstacles standing in our way. As we made our way through the first door I was scared to have her take the stairs up one floor. I placed her up against a wall and turned to hit the button for the elevator. When I turned around my stomach sank.


 Her body was out of my reach and her face was headed straight for the marble floor. A loud crack and Aga was now completely unconscious. I had no fucking idea what to do. I couldn’t get her to wake up and tried to lift her lifeless body from the floor. Fear surged throughout my body as blood now poured from her head. I had no idea where the blood was coming from and was too scared to find out if she was even still alive. I ran to the front door and hit the panic button. Two guards with black rain suits appeared through the rain.  They looked like grime reapers coming to collect the lifeless body. They turned the corner and started to panic. She was lying in a pool of blood and the guards were too scared to help me lift her. I talked one of them into helping me get her up to my place as she slowly began to come back. The cut was from her chin and she seemed to be getting better. I placed her on the couch and cleaned the blood from her face. I watched her for the next few hours before deciding she would be ok. 


I closed my eyes for about an hour before she awoke. She came in still drunk and unaware of what had happened. From the bathroom I heard her yelling she had chipped her teeth. I couldn’t make out if she was joking and was too tired to care. I was happy she had made it through the night. Everything I had worked towards for the past two months was finally paying off as I sat through this meeting with my boss. My soul was tired and all I could think about was the night before.


How do I feel?
I feel good, to know that my teeth were fixed and this journey is only making me feel that I can belong anywhere in the world. I don’t feel good spending $700 on ER (Emergency Room), the dentist and the Ear specialist. I don’t feel good when I eat and my jaw hurts. However, I feel good to know that I am safe and just need time to recover. One thing we have in common being human; we breathe, we eat, we shit, we fuck and do stupid shit but most important we also know how to bounce back. It’s my turn to balance and bounce back to safe reality.

Hangover in Beijing


I woke up “Hangover in Beijing” I feel like some one just knocked me the F@*k out. My jaw hurts. —What the… why my two front teeth are chipped?— I ask myself looking at the mirror and feeling high. —Keith, did you knocked me out last night? What happened? — I don’t feel hangover, I think I am still drunk. I got ready; I have to meet Iza and Cédric at 2pm next to the Hammer statues in Tian’an Men Square. Quickly I get dress and I get caught looking for my shoes. —Where the F@*k are my shoes??? Frustrated I grab the Havaianas instead and run to the “office” (back yard with internet) I inform the two that I am running 1hr late. Belly feeling empty I grabbed the green-been ice cream from the fridge and started licking.
Sharp pain pierst through my right side. —What happened last night? — I try to dig deeper into the black-out memory due to drinking 5 shots of absinthe and countless gulps of the best Guyanese rum found in Beijing. We were celebrating our big night with Keith and Cédric, one and a half year of travel.

I was relieved when I learned that the two lovebirds (Iza and Cédric ) are also feeling same and postponing the meeting to later hours.

—Keith, hi, how are you? Sorry about last night, I don’t remember what happened but can you please ask your boss for the nearest dentist. I really need to get these teeth fixed — I write him an email, while looking at my two chipped front teeth in the bathroom mirror.

—Ha ha ha ha and 是这个直 — is the only thing I heard while looking at the Chinese dentist from below, who didn’t’ speak a word of English and asked all the working assistance to look at my teeth while he was applying the fill in. Scary shit.

Now, my teeth are fixed, but my jaw sure still hurts!

— Lets grab dumplings. Keith showed me the best and tastiest spot to have dumplings. — I sold the idea to Cédric and Iza after we finally reunited. We order a variety of dumplings and discuss the prior night’s events. I took a bite, and once again I felt this instance sharp pain.

— These dumplings taste goooo….— I felt hot flashes, I put my head on the table, I was feeling weird. I felt wet, my head felt heavy, my arms were wobbling, my feet started to shake and I tried to keep my eyes open. —AGA!!— Iza scream. My eyes opened a bit and I wanted to tell her to tell my mother that I love her, I wanted to tell her to take everything we did in the past year and a half and share it with the world, I wanted her to let all the people we know what we have experience and to tell them that life is amazing and not to take it for granted in any form. But I couldn’t, I was speechless, I saw flashes of my childhood, I saw myself playing in the forest and making potatoes in the fire. — OMG she is turning green— Iza continue to scream. — I felt my body sinking deep into the red zone a physical action of emotions I’ve never experiences before, not even on ayahouaska. If this is what dying is, then I felt it. I consciously, went to another world of decay and lost my soul. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move, I was dead/ fresh meat for the cannibals. All I though of was mom.

An ambulance was being called and the entire restaurant was curious and looking at the white girl turning green.

Five minutes in and strong vibes kicked in and helped me grant a second chance. I bounced back; covered in sweat feeling weak I became once again mobile and conscious.

—OMG, guys what the f@*k happened? I though I was dying. I felt my soul leaving my body, I saw you and I heard you but I couldn’t talk to you.— I was talking in shock and confusion — I feel better, no really I am good. Can you please bring me something wet and cold to put on my head.— I was in fear of loosing it again. — Did I almost die?

Sitting in one of Beijing’s dumpling house flashing through my life I had a wake up call. I was granted a second chance, a chance of realization that no matter how strong I feel I am still just a fragile human being with a quick snap I can be gone.


Few hours and days prior.
This place looks like Gothem City.— Said Cédric after coming to Keith’s place on his last day. Well said, I agree an apartment complex for the upper class with a twist where the retirement lives on along with Keith. Marble floors, fancy trimmings, internal AC rooms and creative lighting are just few of his habitat’s powers. Keith, the American Batman who flew from Austin, Texas to make some moves in his life. He left everything behind for a new life and opportunity to become a war journalist, just like his grandfather that captured the real black and white during the Vietnam War.

What are we doing here? Or, what am I doing here? For the first time the two Hot Toddies are separated. Iza is spending a week with Cédric, a backpacker who she met in Vietnam, fooled around on the train and changed our travel plans to come and meet him in Beijing for a week. — I think she likes him. — Leaving me, to fetch around and find my own way. So I found a new friend, Keith, a younger body with a grown up mentality, who hosts on Couch Surfing. He is the Batman on crack, which can’t say no to anything and surely has the energy to create a serious story.

I walk through 798 an art district in Beijing, where endless art galleries overflow my image of reality. It’s a place of concept and design just like my journey. I walk, think, imagine and observe. The chic, the modern UCCA (Ullens Center for Contemporary Art) and other facny galleries, plus the crowd surrounded is looking modish. 798 has style and a different vibe from the rest of Beijing, located north-east from city center. Old factories converted to modern galleries, a surreal life for the Beijinger they are creative and curious, tha browse through the streets in exploration and inspiration. I focused on street art and the abstract architecture. Countless galleries made me dizzy with creative overflow, I couldn’t distinguish what was creative. I need one hit at a time and then I can originate. Alone I cruised, though of my changing perspective, and smiled at the expansion of life’s moving images.

I can't believe that I made it to China. Just yesterday I was trekking the Great Wall of China, a men’s creation that can be seen from space. F@*king crazy shit!  I was in total disbelieve. — WOW. Iza we are walking on the Great Wall of China! — I always thought of it as being so far away and unreachable it always felt so distant, abstract and beyond my reach. Now, I am living this reach, and to tell you the truth, for the past week I can only feel that I belong here. I feel like I live here. Perhaps it has something to do with cursing through this advance world of digital and seamless movement alone.

The people? They spit, push but occasionally smile and are happy to help. Kids run around dipper less and man roll-up their shirts to cool of their bellies and show the manliness “if you don’t have a belly, you are not a man” type of phenomenon. The youngsters? Oh, they have style; I love the funky shoes they rock. It’s a different fashion not the western kind.

"Excuse me? It's my daughters first time visiting Beijing can we take a picture with you?" A random woman asked when Iza, Cédric and I were visiting the Bird’s Nest stadium, a stadium where the 2008 Olympics were held.

"Of course." We replied and I gave her the warmest hug while they snapped away, she was so happy and so was I. "Can you send this to my facebook?" I wanted to ask, but China prohibits Facebook like all the other social networking sites coming from outside the country. They have their own network of sites including a Chinese version of Facebook. The people in China are blocked; they are not allowed to spill their freedom beans. It’s a controlled export of words that are censored through higher technologies. Nothing works, no Google, no Blogger, no Facebook. They have their own feed of spinning word that shoot out supervised messages. Of course there is a way around it, buying a VPN, at https://surfrescue.me/.

Leading to the Forbidden City which was declared a World Heritage Site in 1987, and is listed by UNESCO as the largest collection of preserved ancient wooden structures in the world. The name as the residence of the terrestrial emperor, was its earthly counterpart. Jin, or "Forbidden", referred to the fact that no-one could enter or leave the palace without the emperor's permission. The controlled personality continues into their culture. Now the Forbidden City serves as a Palace Museum where hundredths of people cramp and tramp through this magnificent wonderland of Chinese architecture and culture, definitely the heart of Beijing. Honestly, a bit too much for me, the tourists are like flies that found the best shit in town. Pushing, buzzing, flying and annoying.


Back to the future.
So Keith? Please tell me that you know where my shoes are. My Birks that I bought in Singapore, overpaid, but it’s ok as they seen South East Asia with me and supported me through the rough roads. — Sorry, I don’t remember you having your shoes when I was dragging you out of the cab. Your, shoes along with my umbrella fell into a mystery.— he replied. I wanted to cry, — No not my Birks.


Keith’s side of the story.
With heavy eyes and a splitting headache I stumbled into work. My boss had big news for me and wanted to take me out for lunch.  I moved to Beijing 3 month’s ago looking to gain some experience within the production field, unaware of the opportunities that would present themselves. The big day had finally come and all I could think about was the night before.


Prior to this day I had met two girls through a website called couch surfing and agreed to host them at my place in Beijing. It is a wonderful service that allows you to reach out to travelers and provide a place to stay and share experiences. Little did I know, these two would provide a night I will never forget.


Sunday evening came around and my boss had made it pretty clear that Monday morning he would be offering me a position with his production company. It was a big night for Aga, Iza, and Cedric. Cedric was going home after a year of travels and Aga and Iza were looking to celebrate a year and a half of travels. I was easily convinced it would be a mellow night with great food and amazing company. The evening seemed perfect and the booze began to flow. Dinner was coming to an end and my appetite for alcohol was beginning to grow. Somehow Absinthe became the topic of conversation and Cedric was determined to show us the Swiss make it right. Lucky for us a little bar down the street carried all the winning potions. The Swiss Absinthe was out of our price range and we quickly settled for one that was much cheaper. Three shots deep and no one was feeling anything. Some obnoxious asshole stumbled up in awe that we just powered through three shots. Two more quickly followed and the drunken guy began to brag about special Rum he had from back home. The night was still young and Aga and I were dead set on making it into a party. 


We jumped into a cab and zipped off to retrieve the rum and keep the night alive. Cedric and Iza were supposed to wait for us back at the bar. When we got back they were nowhere to be found. Motherfuckers left us with this obnoxious asshole that claimed he was the next big photographer. The bar was closing down and all signs were telling us to go home.  After a few swigs I realized Aga was gone. She had made her way into the store across the street and was now sitting behind the desk using the stores computer. She came back a little distraught that we had been left and took full force of the bottle. A Chinese guy decided to join our little party and seemed nice enough.  I went to take a piss and returned to Aga passed out in the lap of a guy we just met minutes before.  He began to touch her inappropriately and I quickly told him to get lost. 


A storm moved in and the two of us were completely stranded. Everyone was gone and no cabs were to be found. I was now growing a bit frustrated with the situation. Aga was swaying madly back and fourth across the road and cabs refused to pick a couple of drunks up regardless of the rain. I finally secured us a cab and placed Aga in the front seat.  The entire way home was spent with the cab driver yelling in Chinese that he was going to drop us off if I couldn’t get Aga under control. The alcohol had hit her and everything seemed to be a joke. When we finally arrived back at my place Aga was coming in and out of consciousness. She was dead weight as I scrambled to retrieve her from the cab. The sky had fallen and the streets were flooded. The rain brought her back as we made our way pass the guards. I was exhausted and happy to see she could walk on her own. Two doors and an elevator were the last obstacles standing in our way. As we made our way through the first door I was scared to have her take the stairs up one floor. I placed her up against a wall and turned to hit the button for the elevator. When I turned around my stomach sank.


 Her body was out of my reach and her face was headed straight for the marble floor. A loud crack and Aga was now completely unconscious. I had no fucking idea what to do. I couldn’t get her to wake up and tried to lift her lifeless body from the floor. Fear surged throughout my body as blood now poured from her head. I had no idea where the blood was coming from and was too scared to find out if she was even still alive. I ran to the front door and hit the panic button. Two guards with black rain suits appeared through the rain.  They looked like grime reapers coming to collect the lifeless body. They turned the corner and started to panic. She was lying in a pool of blood and the guards were too scared to help me lift her. I talked one of them into helping me get her up to my place as she slowly began to come back. The cut was from her chin and she seemed to be getting better. I placed her on the couch and cleaned the blood from her face. I watched her for the next few hours before deciding she would be ok. 


I closed my eyes for about an hour before she awoke. She came in still drunk and unaware of what had happened. From the bathroom I heard her yelling she had chipped her teeth. I couldn’t make out if she was joking and was too tired to care. I was happy she had made it through the night. Everything I had worked towards for the past two months was finally paying off as I sat through this meeting with my boss. My soul was tired and all I could think about was the night before.


How do I feel?
I feel good, to know that my teeth were fixed and this journey is only making me feel that I can belong anywhere in the world. I don’t feel good spending $700 on ER (Emergency Room), the dentist and the Ear specialist. I don’t feel good when I eat and my jaw hurts. However, I feel good to know that I am safe and just need time to recover. One thing we have in common being human; we breathe, we eat, we shit, we fuck and do stupid shit but most important we also know how to bounce back. It’s my turn to balance and bounce back to safe reality.

Well Hello Hello! 
Izy and Aga, how's it going? 
Wow you two look super cool and crazy (in the best way possible of course)
I'm not sure if tiny Sri Lanka is ready for you girls :)
Your travels sound amazing and wonderful. 
I would love to host you but It will not be in Colombo during your visit. 
If you are unable to find a couch through this website,
I can recommend that you contact my good friend Dave.
He has hosted a few other couch surfers who contacted
me first and could not find a place.
He is an ultra chilled Australian guy living in Sri Lanka and he has a pretty sweet apartment and pool. We moved to Sri Lanka together.
 He is a Dj and has been living as a nudist now for about 4 years.
He hosted some of my friends from Poland and Germany and they had a great time. He knows Colombo and Sri Lanka inside out.
If you enjoy drinking partying and yummy street food, Dave is the ideal guy lol :)
He is the life of the party and I'm sure you guys will paint the town red. He has a DJ gig on the 17th though. 
but he might be free on the other days. 
So if you don’t have another option contact him via email _______or phone ______ and see if he is free. Just mention my name.

If you do find a couch but just need some info feel free to ask me.

Hope you enjoy your time in Sri Lanka
Good luck.
Best wishes,
Dhevan

So we did, we contacted Dave, Dhevan’s, friend who happily agree to host us for our first 2 days in Sri Lanka, Colombo. We exchanged few emails, agreed to meet at the Hilton Hotel at 12:30 and we bought 2 bottles of Jim Beam from duty free upon his request.

Arriving to Sri Lanka was a pleasant surprise, as the Christmas Holiday filled in the spirit. We were not used to seeing holiday decorations. We met Dave at the Hilton, the Hilton was totally pimped out in the season’s dress. We got into his car and took off towards his house.

Dave was dressed sharp, business sharp, spoke very well English, and as always we started the conversation about traveling and all that stuff. — WOW, your place is sweet!!!— We were amazed. High above on the 7thfloor with a sweet panorama view of the lake, three-room apartment, with fluffy bed, pimped out bathroom with hot water and huge mirrors. It’s been a while since we have seen a modern apartment. Although, something was weird, as I though I’ve seen his apartment on one other couchsurfer’s profile. He assured me that it’s impossible, as he doesn’t have a CS profile. I brushed off the thought and it felt good, to know that we can recharge for 2 days in a somewhat luxury.

We unloaded and handed him Jim Beam. — If you don’t mind ladies I am going to have a drink.— He said.

—Do as you please, it’s your place knock yourself out.— I said, and glanced at the time, it was quite early for a drink but I figure we can join him for one. Running on only one hour of sleep from the night before we were tired, and knew that soon we would crash.

He fed us local Kotthu Rotti from his fridge and we continued to indulge in pleasant conversations. One drink passed another drink, three drinks and the bottle of Jim Beam was getting lower. He was drinking fast, his speech started to wobble and the music was getting louder.

—So what did my friend Dhevan told you about me?— He asked smiling.

—Not much just that you can host us.

—He didn’t tell you guys that I was an alcoholic? Or a nudist?

 —No. What do you mean a nudist?

—Well, I have been a nudist for the past 4 years. I belong to a nudist club, sometimes we get together and have BBQ with other nudists. Basically everybody get together and freely walk around naked. There are strict rules, to be in the nudist club, to make sure that there are no perverts and horn balls.— He was speaking with a slight buzzed sound.

Iza and I were surprised to hear everything that followed. We were not ready for this; actually no one will be really. But we sat and listen to him speak about his small dick problem, his shyness to the world and his traumatizing feelings.

— The only way I feel comfortable with myself is to face the problem, and expose my small dick to the world. My friend suggested to join a nudist club to help me cope with my fears. I did and got over my shyness. This problem was huge, it interfered with going to the bathroom among other men, my sex life, and I was very self-conscious.— He continued.

We kept nodding our head, but silently laughed at the situation, we met many people on the road and everybody is really different, but this was an extreme. Before we knew it, he asked if it would be ok if he can get comfortable and take his clothes off. Again, it was not our place to say anything and curiously to see if he would really get naked we said — Yeah, do what you need to do, it’s your place get comfortable.

In minutes he was butt ass naked.

From that point on, things got weird; we kept on point to only look above his chest. Yet, curiosity wanted to look down and really see, how small was his dick. To tell you the truth, we both still don’t know, we never seen it.

The situation was beginning to get a bit out of control, as he continued to drink, and began to freely talk about his sexual desires. — I love when a woman takes over and f@#ks me up. — He was into masochistic pleasures and had a mistress who frequently came and fucked him with a red dildo that was on a shelf among other wood curved figures. We became more mobile in the apartment moving from the balcony to the room to the bathroom, while his naked ass kept following us.

Iza, was tired and wanted to go to sleep, I was out in the living room playing some tunes. I was bit buzzed but not as buzzed as he was. He kept coming up to me and massage my back with his naked ass. I kept turned him down, so he continued to try with Iza.

He became psycho insane, lying to Iza and telling her that there are people in the apartment who are telling him that he must “eat her”. He kept trying to raise her dress and getting her undress. — Do you need a lick? He said. Iza kept pushing him away, but he kept coming back and kept asking if she want him to eat her pussy.
When Iza, turned him down he kept coming to me.

At one point Iza was on the bathroom floor, hiding from everybody and close to a serious breakdown. I joined her, and used the bidet instead of the toilet. He followed me in and hid in the shower behind the glass.

Iza is on the floor, I am peeing in the bidet and Dave is naked in the shower. WTF.
At one point Iza and I locked our self in the room and he kept kicking the door like a maniac.

I passed out on the floor, I have no idea what happened, but my pants were down when I woke up.

—   Aga, I have to go to work, see you guys in the morning.— He said.

It was 12 am and apparently he worked at some calling center in the night. I went to bed, and he wakened us both up in the morning. He was still naked, and he asked if we wanted a ride to the city. He needed to run some errands.

Iza felt like shit, she had the worst night of her life. She felt violated and wanted to run away. He left to the city leaving us at home, with plans to meet up later for dinner. We showered up, though straight and decided to pack our shit and leave before he returned.

Things began to not make sense. He said he was a DJ, but his equipment was in the shop as he blew up his system when he was playing with music. What DJ does that? Additionally he was not able to let us use his laptop as it also blew up and he gave that in for repairs along with his USB Internet stick. After walking around the apartment there were no traces of a guy feeling his place was spotless his fridge had only alcohol and candy from duty free shops. Something was fishy and we didn’t know what. Plus, this apartment I know I have seen somewhere. If there is anything good about me is my photographic memory.

Ready to leave, we put our backpacks on and try to leave through the door we came in. I freaked out when I realized that we were locked inside. Instant sweat started to drip down my chest when I tried to open the door and realized that we need a key. — OMG, this guys is a fucking psycho he locked us in.— I said, and quickly remembered that I’ve seen another exit door in the apartment.

Hey Ladies,
I was a little surprised to see that you had left.
I guess it was because of my bad behavior last night :( 
I feel really bad about what happened. It all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
I really regret what happened and wish to apologize from the bottom of my heart.
Being drunk is not an excuse, and I do take responsibility for my actions. 
Both of you seemed lovely and I enjoyed your company last night. 
I wish I could undo what happened. 
You did not even take the Christmas tea :(  so i suppose you must be angry with me. 
Please tell me what I did so that I can try to learn from mistakes and become a better person. 

Kind regards,
Dave 

But wait! There is more…

Dhevan is actually David. He created a fictionist CouchSurfing account, referring people to David so he would not get a bad reference. Looking at Dhevan’s profile there is no image of Dhevan just his apartment. The apartment image is the same layout as in Dave’s place. A reliable source identified a picture of Dave as Dhevan. 

What a bad ass naked ass experience on CouchSurfing.  WTF.



(Since the incident, and since we have posted this post. Since then he has deleted Dhevan's profile and created few other fictionist profiles on CS. Some of these names are Deno Debra, Alice Miller, Jason Day, Lisa Drysdale. CS team are aware of him and are keeping a close eye on his actions. He also, has used our name, our image to create a new profile with our information, however the information that he used was sexually oriented, making us look bad. Initially we did not want to expose his image, but it seems that he is more crazy then we thought. Attached we included his image.) Be aware of this guy.

This is an image that he sent us as Dave, so we can easily identify him when we meet. A positive reference identified this same image from Dhevan profile as Dhevan.



This shot was taken while Iza and I were on the balcony and he didn't feel comfortable showing himself to the neighbors. 

A bad CouchSurfing experience.

Well Hello Hello! 
Izy and Aga, how's it going? 
Wow you two look super cool and crazy (in the best way possible of course)
I'm not sure if tiny Sri Lanka is ready for you girls :)
Your travels sound amazing and wonderful. 
I would love to host you but It will not be in Colombo during your visit. 
If you are unable to find a couch through this website,
I can recommend that you contact my good friend Dave.
He has hosted a few other couch surfers who contacted
me first and could not find a place.
He is an ultra chilled Australian guy living in Sri Lanka and he has a pretty sweet apartment and pool. We moved to Sri Lanka together.
 He is a Dj and has been living as a nudist now for about 4 years.
He hosted some of my friends from Poland and Germany and they had a great time. He knows Colombo and Sri Lanka inside out.
If you enjoy drinking partying and yummy street food, Dave is the ideal guy lol :)
He is the life of the party and I'm sure you guys will paint the town red. He has a DJ gig on the 17th though. 
but he might be free on the other days. 
So if you don’t have another option contact him via email _______or phone ______ and see if he is free. Just mention my name.

If you do find a couch but just need some info feel free to ask me.

Hope you enjoy your time in Sri Lanka
Good luck.
Best wishes,
Dhevan

So we did, we contacted Dave, Dhevan’s, friend who happily agree to host us for our first 2 days in Sri Lanka, Colombo. We exchanged few emails, agreed to meet at the Hilton Hotel at 12:30 and we bought 2 bottles of Jim Beam from duty free upon his request.

Arriving to Sri Lanka was a pleasant surprise, as the Christmas Holiday filled in the spirit. We were not used to seeing holiday decorations. We met Dave at the Hilton, the Hilton was totally pimped out in the season’s dress. We got into his car and took off towards his house.

Dave was dressed sharp, business sharp, spoke very well English, and as always we started the conversation about traveling and all that stuff. — WOW, your place is sweet!!!— We were amazed. High above on the 7thfloor with a sweet panorama view of the lake, three-room apartment, with fluffy bed, pimped out bathroom with hot water and huge mirrors. It’s been a while since we have seen a modern apartment. Although, something was weird, as I though I’ve seen his apartment on one other couchsurfer’s profile. He assured me that it’s impossible, as he doesn’t have a CS profile. I brushed off the thought and it felt good, to know that we can recharge for 2 days in a somewhat luxury.

We unloaded and handed him Jim Beam. — If you don’t mind ladies I am going to have a drink.— He said.

—Do as you please, it’s your place knock yourself out.— I said, and glanced at the time, it was quite early for a drink but I figure we can join him for one. Running on only one hour of sleep from the night before we were tired, and knew that soon we would crash.

He fed us local Kotthu Rotti from his fridge and we continued to indulge in pleasant conversations. One drink passed another drink, three drinks and the bottle of Jim Beam was getting lower. He was drinking fast, his speech started to wobble and the music was getting louder.

—So what did my friend Dhevan told you about me?— He asked smiling.

—Not much just that you can host us.

—He didn’t tell you guys that I was an alcoholic? Or a nudist?

 —No. What do you mean a nudist?

—Well, I have been a nudist for the past 4 years. I belong to a nudist club, sometimes we get together and have BBQ with other nudists. Basically everybody get together and freely walk around naked. There are strict rules, to be in the nudist club, to make sure that there are no perverts and horn balls.— He was speaking with a slight buzzed sound.

Iza and I were surprised to hear everything that followed. We were not ready for this; actually no one will be really. But we sat and listen to him speak about his small dick problem, his shyness to the world and his traumatizing feelings.

— The only way I feel comfortable with myself is to face the problem, and expose my small dick to the world. My friend suggested to join a nudist club to help me cope with my fears. I did and got over my shyness. This problem was huge, it interfered with going to the bathroom among other men, my sex life, and I was very self-conscious.— He continued.

We kept nodding our head, but silently laughed at the situation, we met many people on the road and everybody is really different, but this was an extreme. Before we knew it, he asked if it would be ok if he can get comfortable and take his clothes off. Again, it was not our place to say anything and curiously to see if he would really get naked we said — Yeah, do what you need to do, it’s your place get comfortable.

In minutes he was butt ass naked.

From that point on, things got weird; we kept on point to only look above his chest. Yet, curiosity wanted to look down and really see, how small was his dick. To tell you the truth, we both still don’t know, we never seen it.

The situation was beginning to get a bit out of control, as he continued to drink, and began to freely talk about his sexual desires. — I love when a woman takes over and f@#ks me up. — He was into masochistic pleasures and had a mistress who frequently came and fucked him with a red dildo that was on a shelf among other wood curved figures. We became more mobile in the apartment moving from the balcony to the room to the bathroom, while his naked ass kept following us.

Iza, was tired and wanted to go to sleep, I was out in the living room playing some tunes. I was bit buzzed but not as buzzed as he was. He kept coming up to me and massage my back with his naked ass. I kept turned him down, so he continued to try with Iza.

He became psycho insane, lying to Iza and telling her that there are people in the apartment who are telling him that he must “eat her”. He kept trying to raise her dress and getting her undress. — Do you need a lick? He said. Iza kept pushing him away, but he kept coming back and kept asking if she want him to eat her pussy.
When Iza, turned him down he kept coming to me.

At one point Iza was on the bathroom floor, hiding from everybody and close to a serious breakdown. I joined her, and used the bidet instead of the toilet. He followed me in and hid in the shower behind the glass.

Iza is on the floor, I am peeing in the bidet and Dave is naked in the shower. WTF.
At one point Iza and I locked our self in the room and he kept kicking the door like a maniac.

I passed out on the floor, I have no idea what happened, but my pants were down when I woke up.

—   Aga, I have to go to work, see you guys in the morning.— He said.

It was 12 am and apparently he worked at some calling center in the night. I went to bed, and he wakened us both up in the morning. He was still naked, and he asked if we wanted a ride to the city. He needed to run some errands.

Iza felt like shit, she had the worst night of her life. She felt violated and wanted to run away. He left to the city leaving us at home, with plans to meet up later for dinner. We showered up, though straight and decided to pack our shit and leave before he returned.

Things began to not make sense. He said he was a DJ, but his equipment was in the shop as he blew up his system when he was playing with music. What DJ does that? Additionally he was not able to let us use his laptop as it also blew up and he gave that in for repairs along with his USB Internet stick. After walking around the apartment there were no traces of a guy feeling his place was spotless his fridge had only alcohol and candy from duty free shops. Something was fishy and we didn’t know what. Plus, this apartment I know I have seen somewhere. If there is anything good about me is my photographic memory.

Ready to leave, we put our backpacks on and try to leave through the door we came in. I freaked out when I realized that we were locked inside. Instant sweat started to drip down my chest when I tried to open the door and realized that we need a key. — OMG, this guys is a fucking psycho he locked us in.— I said, and quickly remembered that I’ve seen another exit door in the apartment.

Hey Ladies,
I was a little surprised to see that you had left.
I guess it was because of my bad behavior last night :( 
I feel really bad about what happened. It all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
I really regret what happened and wish to apologize from the bottom of my heart.
Being drunk is not an excuse, and I do take responsibility for my actions. 
Both of you seemed lovely and I enjoyed your company last night. 
I wish I could undo what happened. 
You did not even take the Christmas tea :(  so i suppose you must be angry with me. 
Please tell me what I did so that I can try to learn from mistakes and become a better person. 

Kind regards,
Dave 

But wait! There is more…

Dhevan is actually David. He created a fictionist CouchSurfing account, referring people to David so he would not get a bad reference. Looking at Dhevan’s profile there is no image of Dhevan just his apartment. The apartment image is the same layout as in Dave’s place. A reliable source identified a picture of Dave as Dhevan. 

What a bad ass naked ass experience on CouchSurfing.  WTF.



(Since the incident, and since we have posted this post. Since then he has deleted Dhevan's profile and created few other fictionist profiles on CS. Some of these names are Deno Debra, Alice Miller, Jason Day, Lisa Drysdale. CS team are aware of him and are keeping a close eye on his actions. He also, has used our name, our image to create a new profile with our information, however the information that he used was sexually oriented, making us look bad. Initially we did not want to expose his image, but it seems that he is more crazy then we thought. Attached we included his image.) Be aware of this guy.

This is an image that he sent us as Dave, so we can easily identify him when we meet. A positive reference identified this same image from Dhevan profile as Dhevan.



This shot was taken while Iza and I were on the balcony and he didn't feel comfortable showing himself to the neighbors.