Dear Subscriber First Name,Airbnb is always a roll of the dice. We’ve usually been lucky. This trip involved 3 Airbnbs in the south of Sweden. The first was full of lovely things, art books and beautiful objects. It was my perfect combination of ‘old cottage’ meets ‘vintage industrial’. We were there with the boys for a family holiday. When they left us, we headed to Airbnb number two, a little hut in the woods. Having lived in Eddie the Van for a while, we are both okay with basic accommodation and how basic can it be with your own hot-tub and sauna? Plus, all the reviews were 5 star: Longing for a relaxing weekend or week close to nature? Here you can enjoy a simple living next to the forest but with the luxury of both sauna and outdoor spa bath with a view from both the bed and the bath over the babbling brook. We arrive in a place that is the definition of where I don’t want to live in Sweden. Dark forest, with no one around and multiple wrecked cars outside each house. I’m exaggerating, but it did have that Nordic Noir crime series feel. Okay, so it’s not our ideal location, but we have a car and can travel further south in the days and enjoy the sauna in the evenings. Looking for the entrance, we pull into a gas station to turn around. It’s a special diesel place for trucks. And there it is, our hot tub. Not exactly in the gas station but a few metres away, almost close enough to have a chat with someone filling their truck. We find the hut and walk in to welcoming music and it’s not possible to switch it off. This is the soundtrack to our utter disappointment. It’s already late so we’ll have to make the most of it. It’s raining, so we sit inside, wine glasses balanced on a rickety table, looking at each other as if to say, ‘Is this as bad as I think it is?’ The answer is yes. It’s horrible. But what about all those 5 star reviews? Could it be us? Are we just really fussy?
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