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I needed a place in Warsaw at the last minute because Belarussian security removed me from the train I was taking from Vienna to Moscow for not having a transit visa. I found a McDonald's near the Central Station where I could connect to the internet and to try to find a room in a hostel or through AirBnB. I was utterly exhausted and could not think about trying to find my way around Warsaw, so finally I booked the room with Leah Lairthe because it was supposed to be within walking distance. I thought the room was going to be forty dollars, but I was charged $90, including service charge, by AirBnB -- about what I would spend for a modest hotel in New York City. In her message, Leah said I should hurry, because she was going out to a bar in thirty minutes. She did not give directions to her place, so I tried to figure it out by the AirBnB map and then went out into the night, carrying my backpack and computer bag and hauling my suitcase through the nearby area, looking for Poznanska. When I found the proper address, I discovered that it was a gated courtyard, with buzzers for various apartments. None of the buzzers had Leah's name beside it. I called her and got her answering machine. In a while she called back and said she was (email hidden), and I was welcome to join them there or else she could come back in a while and give me the key. It was about eleven at night and I was very tired. After half an hour or so she and her Canadian boyfriend returned. They were both very nice. She said that I was in luck; I would not have to stay in her bedroom, because a neighbor was out of town, and I could have an entire apartment to myself. She poured me a glass of grapefruit juice, and after that the three of us went out to a bar across the street. Her apartment really is very centrally located, and there's plenty of nightlife going on. As I say, she and her boyfriend were both very nice, and we sat in the bar for half an hour or so, and she paid for my beer, and then we went back to the apartments.
When I was alone in the apartment she rented to me for the night, I realized that the couch (in the midst of a makeshift gallery of muscular, brooding, half-naked young men) had no sheets, no blanket, no pillow. The floor was piled with dirty clothes. No towels had been provided. Sleeping in the apartment was only marginally better than sleeping on the sidewalk would have been. I lay down wearing my clothes and using a rolled-up jacket as a pillow. It was cool in the night so I had to get more clothes from my suitcase. In the morning there was no possibility of a shower, since I had no towel. There was a stove, so I was hoping to make myself a cup of tea -- fortunately, I had brought along some teabags. But it turned out that the stove was not working.
To reiterate: the apartment was in a good area, and Leah and her boyfriend are lovely people. And maybe the bedroom in her own apartment is a good place to stay -- I have no idea about that. But the apartment she provided me with, for which I paid $90, was utterly useless. You would not want to stay there even if someone offered it to you free of charge. It is inconceivable to me that I wound up paying a hotel rate for a place completely devoid of value.
If you are going to Warsaw, you should probably check out the hostels, or else, if you're willing to pay this sort of inflated rate, go to a hotel.