“Not what I booked.”
The bed was comfy. I booked the Youth Hostel, but the owner told me to arrive at 10 am and when I got there was no one and he didn’t pick up the phone. I spent the whole day in the city with all my stuff calling him; he finally answered at 7 pm. He then moved me elsewhere because he said the hostel was full. The new place was far from public transport, so at night I had to walk 30 minutes back home. It was also 30 minutes from the breakfast spot, adding extra logistics: either time spent walking each day or paying for transport. My room was on the first floor with a balcony facing the street, so I heard every noise as if it were inside my bedroom—poor sleep and exhaustion in the morning. I have earplugs, but when they moved or fell I woke up, and when cars passed with loud music the whole room vibrated and I woke up anyway. I got the wrong Wi‑Fi password the first night, so I was disconnected until the next day. The apartment had a security camera inside, and I forgot the owner told me about it when I checked in, so later I was going to the bathroom naked or leaving after a shower and probably was seen on the camera; the owner even texted me to switch off the corridor lights, so he was definitely checking the footage.
FranciscoHace 7 meses