Villa Ostria

If you are looking for a place to sleep, run away. If, on the other hand, you are looking for tetanus, welcome home. The apartment is so small that to change your mind you have to go out into the hallway. There is a layer of dust so ancient on the furniture that if you run a finger over it, the ghost of Garibaldi pops out to ask you how Italy is doing. The fan is a piece of immobile iron that only serves as industrial decor, and the toilet leaks water with a consistency that rivals Niagara Falls. Practically every object has fought a war against rust. And it lost very badly. Hygiene chapter: non-existent. I touched the table and almost made a blood pact with three new bacterial strains not yet classified by science. Halfway through the evening I started looking around for hidden cameras, convinced it was a social experiment on my psychological endurance. The photos on the listing must have been taken before Christ, or directly in a parallel metaverse. The only generous thing in this house was my disappointment. Final rating: minus ten. Recommended only if you want to test the resistance of your immune system or if you want to re-evaluate the beauty of sleeping on a train station bench. The lowest point of my traveler career.

Great location for Kamari Beach. But that’s about the only thing it had going for it. Owners were not accessible before arrival, when we reached out several times via phone and text for transportation from the airport. I don’t know if there is an office as the only times we saw the owners was when they happened to be around on the grounds. The apartment we stayed in felt old and was dusty. The towels and bedding were rough and scratchy (probably from being hang out to dry but not what you want on vacation).

If you want to know what hell on earth is like visit here. The owner of this hotel thinks he has some sort of God like power where he watches your every move. If you breathe, he will know. If you want to know what it’s like to be in prison and what it’s like to be watching constantly then please feel free. The toilets are those out of a horror scene. They have not been washed since the days of Alexander the Great. Please do not waste your money here, this man is a fraud. He gets his son to harass you, which as a female is scary to witness. His WiFi is rubbish, there is no air conditioning and there is nothing authentically Greek about this man or his so called villas.