New Roads to Travel

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With the death of CouchSurfing to the pandemic and the equally poisonous influence of unfettered capitalism, the community I relied on to find good company and a quiet corner to sleep while on the road has fractured between several new services. The principal three are listed below.

  • BeWelcome.org, a non-profit based in France, branched off from the now-defunct Hospitality Club in 2007. Of the claimants to the CouchSurfing throne, it has the largest community.
  • TrustRoots.org is a smaller nonprofit based in the UK.
  • Couchers.org is the most direct sequel to CouchSurfing and, while still in an ongoing "beta," has a lot of promise.
There are several other options available to the aspiring nomad.

Location: Wrocław, Poland

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