The host, Emily, couldn't have been nicer, but it didn't make up for the uncomfortable weirdness. When I expressed unease at sleeping just feet from the bloody war print and actual weapons that were attached to the wall (an antique rifle and very sharp-looking spears and knives), Emily moved me to the "overflow" room for kids. Neither room had a chair or anyplace to put clothes/suitcase except the scant floorspace, and no hanger for a wet jacket. I asked if it would be alright if I read a book in the vacant family room. She responded that "Most guests stay in their rooms." Not so nice, message received! The next morning at 7:45, there was lots of stomping just outside my door (despite the retired couple leaving their shoes by the front door), and one of their 10 cockatoos shrieked loudly for a good while. Again: message received. They needn't have gone to all that trouble; i was already awake and ready to go. Emily had left a cup and teabag but no provision for coffee. I took a last look at the still-standing Christmas tree and said goodbye forever to Air B&B.