For sheer madness this No Bed or Breakfast takes first prize. We had booked out the entire place advertised... three rooms with private bathrooms plus use of the kitchen and lounge dining room. But shortly before our arrival the owner Renato had confiscated the lounge and dining room plus one of our bedrooms and converted them into bed cubicles separated only by curtains in the fashion of Victorian workhouses long shut down due to lack of humanity and danger to health. Renato has rebranded his new cells as "tents". But had failed to change photos or descriptions on his Airbnb site. So, with a large part of the space we had booked and paid for now a dosshouse, Renato ushered the five of us to what was left of our digs... two rooms consisting of two double beds and a single."Why didn't four of us share double beds," he asked, clearly affronted by our shock. It was late in the evening so we stayed overnight after rustling up an extra bed for our hardiest member, who was stuffed under a staircase in an airless room reminiscent of Harry Potter... we found a fan to circulate air to mitigate against overnight suffocatiion. We begged for more bedding but a single doona for a double bed is not for the faint hearted. Things improved when we all got dressed in the middle of the night and huddled together in our shared beds for warmth. Our toilets were the type whiere you don't flush toilet paper but put in instead into an open wastebin. This was not a problem as neither toilet worked. One of us filled a bin with water, emptied it into the cistern and celebrated a communal flush. Airbnb refunded our remaining nights after we reported the place for false advertising, general madness, fights between Renato's wife and daughter... and no breakfast. We didn't report that Renato's daughter suddenly dropoed from a hole in the ceiling into our bedroom to go to the toilet for fear we would not be believed. Before we made our getaway we decided to try for our breakfast. Renato was hanging out in his sliver of a kitchenette in his pyjamas looking depressed. We didn't blame him because we were depressed too. He was making himself a pot of coffee and offered us his leftovers. There weren't enough mugs to go round until we emptied the mug Renato used for his pens and pencils. We paid full price for our one night, no discount offered. What a wonderful place.