The Airbnb warehouse that they turned into a flat would best be described as an eccentric hippie house, slash modern artist, slash I found all these things and now I'm going to toss them around my house and call it super trendy kind of loft.

We got an Uber to the mills. The owner was not there yet, but our driver was kind enough to give us water bottles and wait with us so we didn't melt in the heat. They aren't kidding when they say Australia is hot! Honey, that is by far an understatement.

Thirty minutes late (and yes I mean late), the owner finally arrived to tell us the key was under a rock.... we weren't amused. He was a very interesting fellow to say the least. He insisted we meet the neighbors, told us about his kid in the hospital (that actually was sad), asked us to not mention that he was there if we talked to his wife and then burned some grass in the parking lot before he bounced out.

Jamina, Olga and I took a moment to let our heads stop spinning by the crazy whirlwind that we just witnessed and then proceeded to get ready for the New Years party.

My only complaint was that their was no AC. Holy moly, it was hot! I soon realized that most places in Australia don't use AC. It cost a ton in electricity bills, so they just don't use it.

The space was plenty big enough. The place was a loft, but they did their best to shape-shift it into rooms.