Hotel vs. Airbnb

[Ello Sailor]

That's already two too many compared to a hotel, but I've also been asked to wash the bedding and hang it to dry, sweep floors, clean counters, and spray down the tub... even WITH the insane cleaning fee I'm already paying.

Wiping down kitchen counters is pretty standard, but the bedding thing is insane lol.

[bodysnatcher]

You guys out there paying someone so you can work for them

[Ello Sailor]

I wouldn't even mind putting the bedding on a wash cycle, but waiting around for it to finish? Fuck off.

[B]

It is appropriate to ask a person to put dishes in the dishwasher, strip the bed, tie up a trashbag, and nothing else.

[Happy Trees]

I've got the ultimate AirBnB horror story.

The last one I stayed at was in Milwaukee and it turned out to be an illegal grow house. The basement was sealed off and non-accessible and the entire house smelled like heated fresh pot flower. (Skunk mixed with dog shit and just a hint of chocolate.)

Some would say, what's the problem? Well for one, I had just quit smoking pot so that sucked.

And the other problem was that an inspector showed up at the house while we were there and wanted to get into the basement. Thankfully he couldn't and we directed him to the owners, but we got the hell out of there ASAP.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Mr Peps cousin is an Airbnb addict. We stayed with her one weekend over the summer, in Durango, and when we arrived she said to check the bedding for mouse poop before we used it.

Never again. I’m done. I’ve had a few good experiences, but I prefer to not have any surprises and you end up buying mousetraps and doing maintenance on someone else’s house.

Hotels only.

[B]

Honestly, AirBnB vs. hotel isn't a fair fight. It's really AirBnB vs. actual rental agency, because I'm only getting an AirBnB if I'm with a big group, somewhere where there are no hotels, or in need of a treehouse. And even then, I think a real business is better than some fuck with a side gig.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

For big groups it makes sense for family vacations, but hotels don’t typically smell like grandma’s funky basement afghan either.

[bart]

I've got the ultimate AirBnB horror story.

The last one I stayed at was in Milwaukee

Oh god that’s terrible

[B]

Fuck AirBnB. I've seen Barbarian.

[spike]

I've got the ultimate AirBnB horror story.

The last one I stayed at was in Milwaukee

Oh god that’s terrible

Milwaukee’s a destination city now you jerk.

[Anders]

Airbnb sounds like a nightmare. I always go for hotels.

[bodysnatcher]

There’s been 3 instances in my area since the summer where someone rents an airbnb, throws a party, and someone gets murdered.

[doug rr]

both have sucked at times and man do I hate a 4pm check in when it happens

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

I bring my own toilet paper to hotels and airbnbs

[Higgs]

My current Airbnb is working out great

Done 4 Air BnB's in the past fortnight and all have been excellent.

In Aus they do the same thing with the Air BnB fee plus the cleaning fee and all tbat, but when you see the price you are always looking at the total cost, so what do I care what the split is? I know the cost to me from the very start.

We have not been asked to strip beds or put on washing. Treating the places with respect, doing the dishes and wiping surfaces is about it. And be gone by 10am of course.

But we have paid for the pleasure though. Oh yes, we have paid...

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

Yeah the US price/actual price thing is a scam.

This place has a hot tub and a steam room, and one of the better stocked kitchens I’ve seen. It is comfortably accommodating three insane kids and their four parents, and could actually fit 10. The individual heating zones are a nice amenity, as is the triple garage for cars and wet ski stuff. All things you wouldn’t get at a hotel.

Having a kitchen is a game changer when traveling with kids. Doable at certain hotels, but never as good as an actual house.

[Higgs]

Fam arrived today for Xmas on the other side of Aus. Back in a hotel but have 3 rooms spread across 3 floors with stupid lift security that requires you to have to a key for the floor you want to disembark on on your person.

After the last 2 weeks just the 2 of us, luxuriating it up, this is doing my fucking head in.