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Showing posts with label Sri Lanka. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sri Lanka. Show all posts
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. 










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