I hate to write a bad review. But here it is... I arrived late (10:30pm) (and had let Patrick know that I would). It was dark, rainy, and it's the red light district in Amsterdam - so an interesting atmosphere late at night for a woman on her own. I found the house only to discover that there were no keys in the keybox. No worries, I say to myself. So I call the number provided. No answer. I call again, and again, and again. No answer. I message Patrick via the Airbnb app.... I call again. Time passes. Things progress...almost an hour later Patrick's co-host let's me in (I am very glad that I bought an umbrella earlier that day!). And we discover that the room hasn't been cleaned since the last guest. Crap! It's 11:30pm. I have lost the will to live. Boudewijn finds keys, clean linen and towels. We make the bed together. He leaves. I fall into bed. The cleaner comes the next day. Place is clean when I arrive back. All fine from then on. Shame my arrival was very disappointing.