Hello all from around the world! Before I write this review, I would like to say that New York City is one of the most beautiful and bustling cities I have ever visited, they don't call it "the city that never sleeps" for no reason. It is a marvel to be in and I highly recommend that everyone goes there at least once in their lifetime. However, I digress. Before my arrival, "Earl" was a wonderful host to keep in touch with, always making sure that everything was okay and that the trip was still on. Being that it was my first time using Airbnb, it took some learning and teachings from Earl to figure out the check-in instructions. He was very helpful and understanding on that end. Upon our arrival (me and my three friends), we picked up our key from a deli down the street and were happy to get settled into the apartment after a long 10 hour drive on the road. Now, for anyone who wishes to stay here, beware. This building must be incredibly old and the locks on these doors were out of my knowledge. After standing there all taking turns for about 30 minutes, a woman, who I presumed lived there, gave us a look of shock and began to direct small hints of discomfort and uneasiness in her speech that four young men were staying in the same apartment building as her for an unspecified amount a time. That is understandable, but also not a very humble welcome to a city you've just arrived in. After calling Earl a couple of times, he did not answer. Looking back at my phone, he did send a message saying he would be away on business for a couple of days. We were screwed, for lack of a better word. Luckily, this very nice Sri Lankan couple who had just got engaged was coming down the stairs a floor above us and offered their assistance. We let the husband know that we were trying to get into this Airbnb that we had rented for five days, and to my surprise, he quickly let us know that he would be taking us to the superintendent to get some help as even he couldn’t figure out the door. On the way down, he said very clearly, “Do not tell him that you are staying in an Airbnb. Tell him you’re staying at a friend’s place for a couple of days.” Odd don’t you think? So we arrive back outside on the sidewalk and walk downstairs to the superintendent’s place. It looked as if we were going down into a cellar. The husband knocks on the door a couple of times to no response. After the third or fourth knock, a man brushing his teeth opens the door, and for whatever reason I never got this man’s name. The husband asked if “Al” was there. The other guy said “Gimme a sec.” Now I’ve seen things, but this...