Whilst blooms are the zenith of a plant, seeds for me are a symbol of death and harbingers of life.
Couch Surfing has had its blossoms and now has gone to seed. It’s concept was introduced to me by a stranger in the seat besides me, on a flight back to London from Delhi in 2008. Simple principle, if you have a couch to spare, and you feel a connection with the shared interests of a traveller, you become their host or guest. Continue reading Seeds of Couch Surfing