Hotel vs. Airbnb

[bodysnatcher]

Jorge’s gonna check into his hotel room and it’s gonna be directly next to the ice machine that badly needs maintenance

[spike]

I’m thinking it’s more likely they’ll have no record of his reservation.

[Jorge]

Boys I appreciate your concern but I wouldn't recommend the site unless I had already used a room that I booked through them and things had gone swimmingly. Do as I did! Enjoy five-star luxury at a fraction of the price with athotel.com. During checkout, use the code JORGE651 for $20 off your booking (valid until June 30)

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[Vitalogist]

Have yet to have a bad AirBnB experience, thankfully

[Higgs]

Have yet to have a bad AirBnB experience, thankfully

Me also. Am currently exploring SE Aus and have been in 4 or 5 Air BnB's in a row, all have been excellent and as advertised.

The guy I'm dealing with tonight for the next 2 days accom is being a total pain in the arse though.

[B]

I've never had a bad experience at an AirBnB, they're just always a bit of a bigger pain in the ass than they need to be and aren't really worth the cost most of the time.

[Chris_H_2]

one big advantage of a hotel vs. an airbnb for people coming from the americas to europe is that typically those flights all land earlier in the morning in europe. you can always drop your bags off at your hotel before check-in, but you may not have the same luxury at an airbnb where you're left lugging bags around for 6+ hours before check-in. always ask the owners before you book.

[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.

[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.

[bodysnatcher]

If I clog a toilet in a hotel someone will be there in like 15 minutes to help. If I clog a toilet at an Air BnB, I’ll probably get charged $50 minimum

[doug rr]

only one really bad airbnb after many years of using them...

[spike]

Stayed at a bunch all over, never a truly bad experience. Always some dumb stuff like auto locks not working or having to provide your own linens and towels, but nothing that can’t be overcome.

Love how they make you feel more like a local staying at them too, more embedded, if that’s your style.

[Jorge]

I've completely soured on airbnbs unless I'm with a large group. The last few I tried had several different problems plus a large list of chores to complete pre-checkout plus outrageous cleaning fees and not much in the way of actual comfort.

[doug rr]

list the chores other than stripping the bed and taking out garbage

[bodysnatcher]

2 too many for those fees

[Jorge]

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.

That plus the inconsistent quality control, overall meh-ness of most of the places I've ended up staying at (maybe I'm unlucky???), and knowing the detrimental effect it has on cities (we're really seeing that in Buenos Aires right now)... it's just not worth it to me. Fuck it. Give me a hotel room. I don't travel to cosplay as a "local" anyway

[bodysnatcher]

Team Jorge. With similar experiences. Hotel every time.

[doug rr]

all in all it was a good experience but we once stayed at a house in Palm Springs..check out time was 11am and around 8am the cleaning crew walked in..we told them we would leave by 11..they wanted us to start the laundry and whatnot..ha...didnt happen..they waited in their mini van out on the street until we left..