This might be a funny story some day but since it's only been three days since my nightmare stay at this place it's still not funny at all. Well before arriving in Mexico the host and I had been communicating via airbnb. I told them I wouldn't have a phone when I arrived so could we please continue to communicate via airbnb. They said yes, no problem. This was crucial for me because we were arranging for them to pick me up at the airport at 1 am. I got to our arranged pickup spot at 1:10 am because my flight was slightly late. But still, I was only ten minutes late. It was difficult to get on the airport wifi, as it normally is, but I finally managed so I started sending them messages saying I was there waiting. Nothing. No response whatsoever. Over the course of the next hour or so I sent them one message after the next, each a little more panic-driven. I was stranded at 2 am at the Mexico City airport. I knew I'd have to find a taxi there myself but there didn't seem to be any taxis anywhere because it was so late. Finally a dubious-looking, rusty taxi came by. The taxi driver said he'd take me to the airbnb, which is only five minutes away, for 300 pesos, which I knew was a huge ripoff. I tried to get the price down but he refused and knew I had no other option. So I took the taxi for 300 pesos. When I got to the airbnb I had to bang loudly on the door on this dark street for several minutes before I was let in. It was as if they'd forgotten I'd booked that night. A very old man who spoke no English finally let me in. The room itself was as advertised, although the bed was just slightly softer than a rock. I was so upset from the whole trauma that it took me a long time to get to sleep. I finally fell asleep at 4 am and just after that a rooster started cawing incredibly loudly from somewhere ridiuclously closeby. The rooster never let up. I literally had no sleep the whole night. I was so upset that I sent a message to the hosts at around 6 am telling them that nothing about the place was as advertised and that the room didn't even have toilet paper. So at 7:22 am there was a loud banging on my door. It was their cleaning lady Juana who proceeded to yell at me because she'd gotten into trouble with the owners who apparantely don't live there. It was so surreal it was almost funny, being yelled at after a night of no sleep by this very large scary Mexican lady saying there WAS toilet paper. (There were three square left of the roll.) I supposed if you have a phone that works in Mexico, if you don't mind...