Do not stay here. On arrival, the host hadn’t yet made the bed or prepared for a guest. Looking around, it resembled a depressed adolescents man cave. A faint stench of weed gave an insight into a careless life with little experience of looking after themselves, let alone hosting. The walls were a patchwork of dirt and mould resembling a rather crude Jackson Pollock piece. Hair balls littered the carpets in the hallways, dust covered every surface and a layer of grime covered the kitchen.
After hastily making the bed and ‘cleaning’ the host kindly offered me a trip to the supermarket. I, in an attempt to give him the benefit of the doubt, accepted. He dropped me off and we arranged to meet each other outside the front in 20 minutes. I hastily did my shopping in an attempt to be outside before the aforementioned meeting time. Little did I know that an hour and a half later, with no phone signal and no means of getting home, he would still not be there. Confused and lost, I had to figure out a way to get Wifi (from a lovely security guard) and order myself an Uber.
Shocking experience from start to finish. Do not stay here.