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It seems as though going to bars and talking to people is a sure way of finding a place to stay. In my time in flagstaff I put it to the test twice and was successful both times. I was a little bit anxious about going in to a packed out college bar alone not knowing anybody there but it had a garden that I could smoke a cigarette that made me feel better.
First time I did it I got a beer went out to the garden, lit a cig and browsed the demographic until I sat down next to this guy with his friends and just started talking. When I told him about my story he introduced me to this one chick who introduced me to two more chicks all wanting to listen to my story. They invited me to a party and then introduced me to a brit who introduced me to another brit and then all the sudden I was surrounded by Brits that studied at the uni. It was crazy I hadn't been around other lads in so long it felt good, they then left and I looked for the chicks that invited me to party that were sitting next me and they were gone and replaced by a whole new group.
So after a while of looking around a little confused I just figured I would talk to this new guy right next to me. I don't remember what I said but as soon as I told him I'm from England hitchhiking from NYC to LA he freaked out and suddenly introduced me to everyone there with "hey this guys from england". Turn out he was a part of a frat and he was with these chicks from a sorority, they were heading to another bar and invited me there.
I had tons of offers for me to stay on their couch, one of the guys was carrying my backpack and a chick brought me a hotdog. When we were outside the next bar I had three blondes around me, one in my arms telling me I should come back to their sorority, but one of the fratbros, the one I started talking to first yelled out "they've all got bfs they won't fuck you. Come to the frat" so trusting his judgement I went decided to stick with them. I'm still not sure if I am happy with that one.
