The Bali Airbnb Jungle Nightmare

So, this was like, a *total* nightmare trip I’ll never forget. I booked this cute little Airbnb in Bali. The pictures looked dreamy—like, jungle vibes with a little pool, super peaceful, perfect for a break. Got there after a long flight, super excited, thinking I was about to live my best life.

First thing? The place looked NOTHING like the photos. Like, the pool was more of a puddle that hadn’t been cleaned in who knows how long, and the “jungle vibe” just looked like part of a construction site. Fine, eh, I can work with that. I get to the door, and the host—who was apparently a “local artist” that just *happened* to own this place—gives me a key and says, “No worries, if you need anything, just WhatsApp me.”

Cool, no problem. I drop my bags, start to settle in, and that's when the fun begins. The “bed”? Basically a mattress with questionable stains. The "wifi" was a joke; it was more like a faint whisper from across the street. But hey, I was there for the adventures, right?

Then I hear noises. From inside the *walls.* Like scratching, squeaking, *something*. At first I thought, “Maybe just rats or some bugs,” but then I saw a tiny mouse staring at me from under the wardrobe. I was like, okay, this is gross but manageable. Until… I go to shower, and the hot water runs out after two minutes, and then the drain just… clogged. Water just slowly rising. I yelled for help, and the host kept telling me to “check the tap,” as if I was an idiot.

Nighttime rolls around. No sleep for me. The worst part? The bugs. I woke up scratching like crazy and found these tiny, winged things—flying around with no shame. Looked them up: *probably* fruit flies, but they seemed way too fascinated with me.

And then, the next morning, I decide to explore outside. Turns out, the “jungle” is just a lot of trash dumped into the bushes. No walking paths, just garbage everywhere, and I’m pretty sure I saw some kind of snake slithering away. Tried to contact the host about *all* this — natural disasters, right?—and got, "Oh yeah, that’s just how Bali is. Hope you enjoy the city." The city? I was literally in someone’s backyard with chickens and stray dogs everywhere. No street lights. No concierge. Just chaos.

I ended up leaving early, booked a last-minute hotel, and honestly, it was the best decision I ever made. But I swear, some Airbnb horror stories are just *chef’s kiss* awful — photos lying, total neglect, and hosts who ghost you when you desperately need help.

Lesson learned? Don’t trust the pictures, always read reviews, and maybe bring your own bugspray and a flashlight.

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