"It's okay I said. We'll go to the beach for a couple of hours and give you time to get the apartment ready."
"This is Brad with Airbnb, and I am reaching out to you because one of our hosts states you came to her home claiming to have a reservation, however one is not appearing in our system. Unfortunately that host will be unable to accommodate you …"
By this time there was tropical downpour and we had nowhere to stay.
It seemed rude to go back to the house and annoy them further, but there also seemed no other option.
I admit I ducked and sat in the car while the person who seemed guilty of mucking up the booking took the drenching and went and knocked on their door.
Apparently this is what transpired. The couple actually rang Airbnb in America, spent fifteen minutes with them on the phone and a new address was procured.
By the time we arrived at this third option, it was around 6pm. Our new hosts were charming but it was clear we had completely wrecked their Wednesday, as they had been expecting us all day and therefore were forced to curtail their own outings.
So we had a bed in a lovely house with a pool and fine hosts, but there is no way either of us would ever have booked this particular place.
I am a night person and an insomniac so I need more than a room. I need a place where I can stay up working and basically prowl because these are my Melbourne habits. And I need plunger coffee in the morning to wake me up and while I had brought my Melbourne coffee with me there was no plunger. These people only drank tea.
These lovely people went to bed at 9pm and were up every morning at 5.30 to go for their 90 minute walk on the beach. This was followed by either tennis or an hour in the gym. These household habits were rather different to mine.
But the funny thing is that I got accustomed to it. Days were busy, mainly with markets and hinterland hideaways that the couple suggested. They cooked us a bbq one night and we went out to dinner with them another night. They became like old friends.