Dear AirBnB

 Dear AirBnB,

You know me. 

I’m the English woman solo traveller whom you invited to talk about AirBnB at your conference in America after I finished my round Britain in 80 days trip. (We’ll skip the bit where you expected me to pay my own flight and accommodation to speak at your conference.)  

We Brits have been trained since childhood that it’s rude to make a fuss, so you recall in 118 stays I only voiced concerns twice. Once in Scotland where my bedroom window was broken and I was walking on mouse droppings and once in Liverpool where I was expected to share a dwelling with six builders and both kitchen and bathroom were un-useable? 

Yes? Remember me? 

So I’m travelling again and this time around the coast of Ireland and yes, it’s Post Covid -  

Why haven’t hosts rewritten their blurb? Call yourselves AirB not AirBnB as breakfast is not in the agenda anymore. So far at least. 

And how do hosts get away with describing their home as a “Spectacular Coastal Getaway with sea views” when the reality is: 

There is a view but I live on the coast of England. This ain’t the  sea! 

It seemed promising . Big double fronted detached house with ample parking. 

The entryway attractive too.

And the hall window does overlook the sea. But I wasn’t sleeping in the hallway 

But sadly nothing whatsoever even attractive or homely about the room. 

Flooring was Lino. No bedside lamp to read your maps by… oh wait…this! 

Pardon?

None of the tea or coffee making set ups as promised although to be fair, there was an en suite shower and the room was clean. But nothing individual or homely at all. 

Bunk houses do better. I know. I’ve stayed in them. 

My Point is … Can I be your covert AirB inspector?

Yours sincerely

Solo woman traveller.