This one's a doosy, this will be my first bad review. Now, I do want to be fair, so read to the end. TL;DR: Stay at Vassiliki, its cheaper, better and the lovely woman who manages and owns it is an absolute gem. Its better located as well. My Mother and I booked this AirBnB on our way into Paros ~5-6 hours before our arrival. We began to talk to George to arrange things. We had asked if there was the possibility of looking at his top storey room to upgrade the following day. It started to become clear that George wasn't very responsive and he also wasn't addressing much of what was in our messages, especially about seeing the room. This is not a good recipe when our ferry proceeded to be over an hour later. Now, we tried to let George know, messaging him multiple times giving him status updates as we went - and we did not hear anything back; concerning, but we'd already booked and George had said he would pick us up. We arrived at ~11:30pm and found George where he said he'd meet us, but he'd been waiting there from 10.30, the whole time. Two comments on this; firstly, this was above and beyond, however it didn't need to be as if he'd checked his messages he wouldn't have had to wait because he only lives a 5min drive away from the port; secondly, George made sure we knew how long he waited and how much trouble he'd saved us, continuously. To be clear, we would have much preferred if the ferry was not late as well, as we had been on ferries for 15 hours by this point; no one was a winner. When we got to Georges' home, we again brought up the issue of looking at the top storey room. George then starts getting angry at us, telling us we booked the ground floor and that we should find somewhere else to stay (keeping in mind that by this point its close to midnight, and that this was our first day, and first time, in Greece). George then keeps saying that he's got a lot of problems and that we're another one and that he doesn't want us, plus continually reminding us that he'd waited a long time for us, and how sick his mother is. We do not lack compassion however this was not the right time to share personal troubles. We then concede to go downstairs and see the room. So we trek all our luggage down stairs (no offer of help by the way, my mother is 61 years old too). And he screeches at us to be quiet as there are other guests in the house; which to be fair was likely true, but neither, my Mum or myself knew that before entering, and we were barely above a whisper as it was. At this point, even if we had just kept our mouths shut and accepted...