So after a long back and forth about my arrival time, I soon realized that he's so strict because his landlord doesn't know that he's using his spare rooms for AirBnb. He's a nice enough guy when you comply with his mile long list of rules, but not someone that should be hosting strangers in his home. Then after having a huge bug run across my legs while in bed, I laid there wide awake all night to the sounds of that old squishy bed creaking with any sort of movement. I've never been more uncomfortable in a place. There are just bad vibes here. By all means stay here if you can't afford a hostel, but I probably would have slept better on the street.