PBC, PBC – Pretty Bad Call, Pretty Bad Call.  We booked a quaint little place on Lake Garda Peninsula.  Surround by lake views from 3 sides this seemed like an idyllic little place to relax for a bit.  Well that is what the internet listing said.

What is should have said is this:   When death goes to die and decompose in sweltering heat in the middle of nowhere so that it does not bother people with it rancid smell of dead goat’s ass – it goes to die at Hotel Dogana 300 years ago and it still smells.  We took about 5 minutes to turn around get our passports back and get the hell out out of there.  Forgoing the cancellation deposit we left this dump in search of something that did not smell like a crowd of hipsters after dumpster diving, er I mean shopping for food.  CHRIST!  What were we thinking?

 

This is what this place looks like after hours and hours of photoshop work.