A week ago I spent a couple of nights in a village and it was the most eye opening experience I’ve ever had. I had gotten the contact through Couchsurfing and on his profile, his English was pretty good and he had 6 references so I was pretty trusting that I’d have a good experience. However, good probably isn’t that adjective I would use.
As I approach the house, if you can call it that (the place didn’t have any doors), there was a commotion between the local villagers. Kids just started appearing out of nowhere. There were free range chickens everywhere pecking rubbish for food, talk about organic. Everyone was looking at me, from the children to the old ladies.
My contact, Ruslan, doesn’t have a good a grasp of English as I’m lead to believe. As we talk I discover that he is a father of two small boys but he seems to be somewhat of a father figure to other boys in the village. He is poorly educated and works in construction. That is when he has work. He says his favourite hobby is to work. And as I enquire further he tells me he only works about once a month for $15 a day.