So I guess that I just had my first really bad experience with the all-virtual and fast Airbnb.
I should have noticed from my host's name and her phone number - my bad - that I was actually booking from France a place in Guantánamo, Cuba... To a woman in Germany.
Long story made short:
So we make it to Guantánamo and only once there do I realize that the street name I have - yep, the only thing Aliuska sent to me was a street name, no number - is actually an avenue that goes through this entire city I know nothing about, North to South.
There's a phone so I call and get to reach someone on the phone, but I'm in Cuba and it's probably the middle of the night in Germany; I understand it when the woman picks up. She doesn't speak nor English, neither Spanish. After 3 minutes of a weird discussion that are gonna cost me a lot, I finally get to understand a number - hopefully a house number. Anyway it's night here and we don't really have no choice but to try our luck; we could decide to choose an other casa particular - there's a lot - but we paid for one, yo!
By chance I do speak Spanish and meet people nice people in the streets who offer me usefull indications.
We finally make it to the casa, that is actually miles away from everything.
The woman who was waiting for us here is realy nice, welcoming and understanding, we're lucky.
She introduces us to the house and to our room - nothing but a room (that doesn't close) with a bed in the middle, crappy walls, spiders and tons of mosquitos; not even a ventilator, nights are warm all year long in Cuba.
A bedroom (not the one shown on the pictures) in a house where people actually live; we had chosen an offer that said 'entire house' and paid 35 € for it.
We spent more than a month in Cuba and slept in 15 different casas; only one night in this one. It was the most expensive of our all trip (way more expensive even that what we paid in Habana; we're in Guantánamo!), and definitely the less comfortable one. And again, we paid for a 'full house' and only got a room in a house where people - really nice people, thankfully - live.
I'm gonna complain, try to write to Airbnb or something to get my money back.
Why does this place belong to a woman who lives an ocean away from here? Why didn't I get a correct adress at least? A local phone number?
Obviously don't recommend it to anyone.