Winchelsea Guesthouse

The TV in my room, which he said worked, didn't get a single channel. The bathroom sink backed up every time I used it, and there was a dirty, hairy bar of soap in the bathroom when I arrived. Those were part of a stay that left me feeling uncomfortable and watched. There were locks everywhere: a chain and padlock on the fence before the house, supposedly for safety, even though someone could just hop over it; a padlocked second door inside, which he left open because he didn't want his curtains messed up; another locked door upstairs leading to a small porch; bars on every window; and two sliding locks on the front entrance. I felt the chain at the fence might let him hear people coming and going. One night I got back early and fell asleep, then woke hungry and took a taxi to get food. When I returned, all his lights were on. After my driver left, he came out and said, “Wow, you were out late tonight!” I was an adult, and when I came and went was none of his concern. He went into my room, too. I ran out of toilet paper and forgot to tell him as I was leaving. When I came back that day, a new roll was outside my door. I hadn't told him I needed it, so I wondered how he knew. At checkout he again brought up that he'd rented a car, although I never asked to use it or told him to rent one. I don't know why he assumed I'd rely on him to get around. I don't go on vacation to spend all my money, especially on someone I felt was greedy. While I was flying home, he messaged me on WhatsApp saying I'd left a winter coat in the closet. It wasn't mine, it belonged to someone else. Either he didn't check the rooms or was lonely and trying to start a conversation. He then wondered who it belonged to and whether it was a man's or woman's. I was halfway across the ocean on a plane. I didn't care about a coat that wasn't mine. I blocked him, since I have no plans to stay there again and wouldn't recommend it.