Villa Anna

This villa, if I may say so, is not located where it appears on the maps, it is called differently, not Anna, but Suzanne, and it also looks completely different, both externally and internally. How can you find a hotel that is located in a completely different place, not nearby, but just 300 meters on another street, has a different name and looks different than in the photo? We found her by interviewing all the local residents who dared to leave the house in the pouring rain, one non-local Indonesian who worked as a translator, and two other local girls who also ran with us in the rain. All this took about 2 hours. We were able to identify that this was our villa by the fact that the caretaker had the coordinates of our booking. Inside, everything is almost completely different from the photos. A shabby sofa, strange beds, a toilet like a hole in the floor, a vat of water and a ladle for flushing, a hose instead of a shower. There is no Wi-Fi, no kettle, no kitchen, and they don’t even provide towels. Once a day, the caretaker brings a thermos of hot water, and that’s where the service ends. In the morning, starting at four o'clock, there are roosters instead of an alarm clock, held by the caretaker. On the plus side, during the day you can ask the caretaker to take you somewhere expensive by car. You can’t find it in the evening; you need to negotiate with the locals to call a car to the airport using Google translator. And the most delicious thing. We booked and paid for a two-room suite for three (in fact, by the way, there are only two rooms in the villa). And there were four of us living with an Indonesian woman from Jakarta, who also booked and paid for a room for one, and no one, neither the manager nor the caretaker, was bothered by this. The manager at the phone number specified in the booking did not answer calls. It’s good that we found a wonderful neighbor, many thanks to her, but overall the situation is strange.