Eni's place looks lovely in the photos, and that's why it was so sad to arrive in a flat that just felt a little rough around the edges. Despite paying a lot for cleaning, I was still met with sticky drawers, crockery and floor, as well as a dead cockroach next to the fridge and human hairs (head and otherwise) next to the bed.
The bed itself is not suitable for anyone who doesn't fancy a treacherous climb. While the fact that you have to bring the sheets yourself IS stated clearly in the description, it doesn't take away from the fact that this is as almost as annoying as actually trying to put them on the mattress when balancing in the air with no barriers to stop you from falling off on either side (this also made me worry about my phone/neck during the night).
The plastic sheet on the bed was an added touch of sadness, as was the fact that you can't read in bed, for to get to the light switch you have to make that dangerous journey back down the steps again. It's perhaps better that there were no sheets though, considering the soiled air of the (broken) sofa and the brownish hue of the fabric shelves in the wardrobe. A bathroom mat wouldn't go amiss however, particularly on such a slippy floor, and it is difficult to dry plates with nowhere to put them and no tea-towel. Neither would a curtain; although the window had some 'misting' on them, it was still completely possible to be seen from outside. This leaves one with the tricky decision of where to change clothes- in a slippy bathroom or in full-view of the neighbors? This also brings about the problem of sleeping while illuminated by the green neon light of the neighboring church. While I'm happy to know they have prayer meetings every Thursday, my own prayers to be able to get to sleep were left unanswered.
I understand this apartment is in a big dirty city, that this is often the Airbnb experience, but this apartment deserves a bit more love and a bit more attention, and this traveler deserves her cleaning bill back.