In the morning, I decided not to go anywhere with Wanderson. He had talked a lot about it, but hadn't organized any rides anywhere, like he said he would. In addition, three times he said he would pay me back for something and didn't. I don't mind paying for stuff when I'm couch surfing, but just say thank you and don't pretend you owe me. 

So, I just went to Porto Alegre instead . All morning, on the bus, with the wifi, I was messaging couch surfing hosts and found Elwis very quickly. He also said he would pick me up at the bus station when I arrived. 

He sure was there, at first, I thought he was a drunk homeless person, but then he called out my name and I realized this drunk guy was my host. He helped me buy my bus ticket home and then we went to his place. It was a student co-op, so it was in terrible shape. His tiny room smelled like mould, but the library, where I would sleep, was fine. 

We went out to buy some dinner of pastries and more beer. At the table outside on the public patio, he was cutting up a mango for me. He moved his chair too close beside me and started fondling my arm and hand. I told him in no uncertain terms that I wasn't comfortable and that he shouldn't touch me again. Ten minutes later, he was doing the exact same thing.

Elwis wanted to take me to see some Brazilian guitar player which I really thought would've been cool, but on the way there, he said "I really hope we don't see my girlfriend!" and something switched off in my head. 

"I don't want to go anymore, don't drag me into your drama," and I marched right back, demanding my bag back and ignoring all his attempts to explain. I told him I had heard enough and that I just wanted to sleep and leave in the morning. (It was already 11 p.m., so I didn't want to go out in the street looking for a hostel at that hour. 

Elwis left me alone for about two minutes and came back with a pillow and some water. I sent him away, but he didn't go. he called me a liar and said he didn't touch me at all. I was furious. I grabbed all my stuff and got one of the other students to let me out. On the way out, I told them their roommate was a piece of shit and I went out on my own in the streets to find a hostel. 

Luckily, there was a brand new one only about 100 metres away. I paid for my bed and told them the story. They were very upset, and treated me so nicely the rest of the time. I went to sleep in the hot stuffy room, grateful to be alone at last.