ABOUT ME

I do spend uncomfortable amount of time in front of a computer, mostly writing stuff – I'm a translator. I handle a delicious combination of software and novels. Away from computer screen, I'm a cyclist, hiker, rock-climber and an enthusiastic member of an amateur theater group.

In person, I'm extremely casual and relaxed, and friendly I dare say. I'm not happily silly, I have more of a cynical bend. I like to talk.

I love Darjeeling. The tea, I mean. The place is in my to-see list, though.

I like to cook, Jamie Oliver being my tutor.

PHILOSOPHY

I don't believe life is all sunshine and rainbows, and that therefore we should all be happy and enjoy it.

I believe life is ultimately pointless and has no sense, so we might as well be happy and just enjoy it.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

HOW I PARTICIPATE IN COUCHSURFING

I'll be happy to provide accommodation and spend an evening with you, perhaps cooking a dinner, perhaps hitting the streets. I'm afraid I'm not a good guide for Brno's sights (which in many cases I haven't visited myself), but I'm quite a good guide for pubs and cafés!

I can also take you climbing.

COUCHSURFING EXPERIENCE

Minimal: surfed once, met a couple of my friend's couchsurfers here in Brno. Here's hoping I'll gain more experience soon!

Interests

Languages, cycling, climbing, hiking, chillaxing, photographying and other -ings. Also, amateur theatre, which for some reason doesn't end with an -ing.

I struggle with my guitar, trying to learn a new song every now and then, but it's something I wouldn't recommend anyone to listen to.

I seem to own quite a few board games.

• writing
• theater
• cooking
• pub crawls
• gardening
• shopping
• board games
• guitar
• cycling
• hiking
• rock climbing
• teaching
• emergency services
• languages
• software
• tourism

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

The most amazing things are those that happen totally at random.

For example, yesterday my flatmate woke me up asking why is there blood all around the living room. I said: "Why, I cut my toe on all the shattered glass... wait... why was there shattered glass on the floor?" I stayed up late last night with a friend, we danced in the living room. We eventually remembered one of us had broken a bottle but couldn't recall which one did it or why it seemed like a good idea not to clean it up and just carry on, barefeeted.

A couple of days before that I got caught by municipal police when stealing a shopping trolley (we were actually just borrowing it to haul some stuff). We cooperated, admitted everything, signed a form and almost got fined. Then the municipals realised the trolley is worth so much that we had actually committed a crime, not just an offence, meaning they would have to call real police instead. They just said "Fuck it, just bugger off, guys." I think they got scared by all the paperwork.

Also, a bird came into our living room through the open door from the garden, looked around and then just hopped into the bathroom. What the hell, bird?