Arrive at the property passing junk tires as we pull down the drive. When we open the door, greeted by the scent of cleaning solvents that struggle to mask the faint smell of cigarette smoke. It's May, so it seems truly odd that Christmas decorations still adorn the whole house. Instead of firewood, there's a bag of garbage in the fire pit. The grill, rusted and filthy, nobody in their right mind would eat anything prepared on this surface. Conveniently cropped from the online photos are the chicken pens and shanties that seem to encircle the cabin. The grounds are in disrepair and unkempt (yes, we've got photos of all this).
Immediately we contact Cristian, the property owner, and inform him of the state of the property and let him know that we will not be staying there. He agrees to provide a full refund... and then disappears. VRBO can't reach him, we can't reach him — not via phone, text or VRBO messenger.
Letting the credit card company handle it now.