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Airbnb let me down without question in regard to my hellish experience with a host in Vermont a month ago. It took weeks to get a response to my expressed concerns—besides automated ones—and the resulting inaction is infuriating to me. Continue reading
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Sometimes you meet a person who is so absolutely crazy, you have to sound an alarm to warn others. In this case, it will be difficult to do without expletives, but I will try. Continue reading
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Once again, Molly navigated and I drove through rain to get to our place in Hilo. It was dark, and we were antsy and feeling a bit like nomads when we arrived about 7:30 p.m. Molly directed us into a modern complex, and we parked in the spot that corresponded with our room—213. At the door, Molly punched in a code: 1948. We were inside. Continue reading
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In addition to serving as Chief Excellent Navigator, Molly was also in charge of finding us places to stay for the two nights we were on Hilo side and away from the farm. Our first Airbnb reservation was at a place called Lucy’s Camp in Da Jungle, and after we left Lava Land, Molly guided us there while I squinted through the windshield in the teeming rain. Continue reading