One of my worst Airbnb experiences - and i have done a lt. my room was smelling like an ashtray despite a mango perfume. It was so bad that i could’nt sleep the first night. There is a kitchen, yes, but no table, nowhere to sit, so i ended up earing my omelette - made on a scarred frying pan - sitting on my bed with my plate on my lap. The place is noisy, everything resoates because of the tiles. Walls are paper thin. The light switches off automatically at such a speed that i found myself in total darkness several times under the shower. Everything breathes maximum profit for the smallest investment: 4 strangers in tiny apartments sharing 1 toilet in a shared bathroom, hearing every fart, every sigh, every wisper.