The good: The house was as pictured, clean, and in a good location.
The bad: The phone number listed did not work (we tried calling from each of our phones and our prepaid NZ cell phone, none of the calls went through), so we sat outside in the summer heat for 30 minutes before hearing Ginty in the backyard and walking around the back. We knocked loudly several times and sent two messages via AirBnB, none of which were answered despite previously arranging a check-in time of 3:00 PM. The numbers Ginty and his wife gave us to contact them did not match the number in the listing, which was frustrating.
Despite listing Internet/wifi in the listing, the wifi password was not provided and we had to wait for Ginty's wife to arrive home from work and enter the password into our phones herself while admonishing us that they had a 'very limited' Internet plan and 'don't go sending pictures of your holiday home!'. Many of the AirBnBs we stayed in didn't have wifi, and I understand that wifi plans can be pricey, but my husband and I did not appreciate being treated like naughty children who weren't to be trusted instead of paying adult guests. It seemed strange to me that they would trust us in their house alone but not with the wifi password. We went to the local library to download a few books to our Kindle/tablet for the flights home. To clarify: my problem wasn't with the limited internet access, just the manner in which it was conveyed and that it wasn't mentioned in the listing.
They went to their beach house for the weekend, so we didn't have any interaction beyond Friday afternoon. Ginty told me several times that they would be home before we left on Sunday, so I didn't ask about check-out procedures. They weren't home by 2:30 PM when we needed to leave for the airport, so we locked the door behind us and hid the key, and left Ginty a voicemail with the location of the key in addition to messaging him through AirBnB.