Give a very clear review and rating on the site. This is part of what makes AirBNB work. It sucks that you're the canary in the coalmine, but that's part of the cost of using a crowdsource site like that.

My worst travel experience is really, really insane and hard to share.

Edit: I'm posting this in the vein of an author. I don't condone drug use. I have children now and I hope they don't do the stupid shite I did. That being said: stories need to be told. And this is one of mine.

I was visiting friends in DFW who I knew from church camp (haha). This was in the mid 90s. We went down to hang out with them and score some drugs, specifically psychedelics (LSD and MDMA). They had assured me that it would be no problem to score said drugs and return to our cozy abode in Fayetteville. But they also wanted us to party with them for an evening. So we did... by ingesting a few hits of LSD a piece. They, then, proceeded to ask their "friends" to come over, who were all clearly affiliated with the Mexican Mafia in some way. We ate more LSD and went to watch this great new movie that had come out in the theaters called, "True Romance." I don't know if you've seen this gem before... but Romance doesn't really figure into the actual script... but it was all too TRUE for me at that LSD-riddled moment. Basically, I construe an entire delusion that my friends are hooked up with the Mexican mafia and trying to set me up as a conduit for them. It gets worse when the movie is over (yes.. reality was actually worse than True Romance) because they start trying to convince us to do cocaine with them. Now.. I'm no prude and now consider cocaine to be sort of... mundane... but at the time it was verboten in my scene as we were all about the mind enhancing powers of psychedelics.

So in my drug addled state, the hispanic dudes make several comments that were probably completely innocuous. At the time, though, I was convinced that they were communicating to me that my friend from Dallas who I had gone on vacation to see (and amittedly procure drugs from) was a male prostitute for them (please god don't go Freudian and read too much into this... because I have already done it) and that these Mexican dudes were offering me cocaine to try to get me hooked on it as well and turn me into a prostitute.

Anyway... I didn't peddle my arse that night. We all went to sleep. I woke up and drove back to Arkansas. Problem resolved. But that was probably my worst traveling misadventure.

This post was edited on 6/22/17 at 11:31 pm