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My Worst Airbnb Experience
It was in London last fall.
This is a short funny piece, unlike my usual ones. In fact, it’s not even a piece. It’s an Airbnb review, which I decided to copy-paste here for your amusement.
But first, a little context.
For those of you who’ve been to London, it’s not news that the rent here is crazy. You can’t expect to get anything decent for less than £100/night. If you are really lucky, you get to spend the night in a cupboard for £70.
And because renting an apartment for long-term is an incredibly time-consuming experience, when we (yours truly and his girlfriend) decided to move to London, we spent the first two weeks — while we looked for a decent apartment — in an Airbnb.
The photos were amazing. To us — young travelers from Russia — it looked like heaven. Classical English interior. Vintage furniture. A good neighborhood (Fulham Broadway, Chelsea). Parks nearby. This was to be a great start of a new life in a new city.
And yet, descriptions, photos, and high expectations can tell a too-good-to-be-true story.
Everything about that temporary Airbnb apartment turned out to be bad.
But I’ll stop here and just let you read my Airbnb review which I wrote on our way (riding in the back seat of a black…
