Let's start where I left... I was leaving Denver and going to the emerald city Seattle.
First off there is no roadtrip story, because I took a plane. Yeah I hear you, what a pussy, this is not the adventurous ways I claim to crave.
Well the thing is there was that little event called the WCG I did not want to miss, and I could not find a ride on craigslist nor elsewhere. Taking a bus was kind of out of the question because of a nasty torticoli that was killing my neck. So I flew like a common tourist.
But I wasn't one.
Before I left Denver, I had no places to stay in Seattle. No hotel reservation and no friends there to host me kindly.
I used a nifty website called couchsurfing to hopefully find a home away from home.
The thing is, I got no answers before I left. That girl called Klaire (yes with a K) was ok to host me, but had not confirmed that, so I sent an email and just prayed she would answer it by text messaging as I boarded my plane.
The plane trip was eventless, no bearded fanatics tried to take control and to fly us into a building, boring.
But as soon as we landed, I turned my phone back. Bip bip the reassuring sound of the text message was music to my ears. Klaire had answered me and got me all the intels I needed to get to her place.
When I got there, she left me the key to her house after seeing me for about 5 minutes. We would not see each other for the next 5 days.
Now you got to be amazed at the level of trust some people just give to each other.
To better understand that, I must explain couchsurfing a little more in details.
Couchsurfing is a webbased community of travelers. You sign up and fill up a quite huge profile, stating where you live, who you are and most importantly, if and how many person you can host on your couch.
After that you become part of a huge database of couches available to sleep on for the pennyless travelers all around the world. If you are traveling you can search that database and enter in contact via the website with the couch owner.
It has a very good system of cross references, so that no psychopath roam the site.
It is sufficient to say that it rules and that I had a wonderful time around the house of Klaire in west Seattle. Klaire, her roomate Isabelle and her boyfriend were really nice people
That being said, back to the story.
The next 4 days I spent at WCG.
I won't tell you what I did there, because it is already eSport history.
After the WCG, I spent a week more in Seattle, just visiting.
I went to the Space Needle, but not on top of it (tourist attractions are not my thing).
I went downtown.
I went to capitol hill to pay my respect to the Grunges.
I went to the art museum
I went to Alki beach with this punk.
I went underground.
I went to a couchsurfer private bar that was the best in the northwest.
I went to the fish market
I went in the fog.
After a week, I had seen enough, so I wandered online to look for a rideshare out of Seattle. I wanted to go to Venice, California. But I found a ride to Vegas instead...
So I said to myself, let's go lose some money there, I have so much of it. So I went.