Got a room in a shared airbnb apartment (wife and I are out all day anyways and were on a pretty long vacation, so wanted to save money) in the middle of Copenhagen, great spot that was easy walking distance from everything. First evening we get there, meet our host and drop our bags off before heading out to War Pigs & Fermentoren. Think the host is a little odd, but use to strange encounters while traveling. Have a great time out, head back, pass out, wake up the next morning to explore the city. The shower for the apartment was next to the front door and as Im getting ready in the morning, I can hear a knocking at the front door. Sounds like it isnt getting answered and eventually stops. I finish up and head back to our room and started getting dressed. My wife and I are both in our underwear when the door is kicked in and some Danish police officers rush in to our room yelling in Danish. We tell them we are American, they tell us to come out into the living room. We ask to grab our passports and get dressed really quick.Ok I'll bite. Spill it.
Once dressed, we move out to the living room where the host and a couple other people are already on the sofas and chairs. One person is handcuffed already and my wife and I are freaking out a bit. The host and police are having a pretty heated discussion in Danish. They take our passports and start taking down our information and bring us into our bedroom and start questioning us about our travel itinerary. They realize we are just tourists in town for a few days and after a little bit, tell us we are free to go. We ask what is going on, they said they have received a tip that the apartment is being use to traffic drugs. We ask if we can lock up our room before we leave since all our of travel possessions are in it, they give the ok and we leave. We try to enjoy the city, go grab some food at Paprioen, etc., but are having a miserable time after that whole experience, so we decide to head back, grab our stuff, and find a hotel.
When we get back to the apartment, our host is nowhere to be found and no one seems to be there. We b line it to our room and find that it has been opened, our bed has been smashed in half, and all of our clothes and possessions are scattered all over them room. At this point, we hastily pack everything that we see of ours as fast as we can and book it to the nearest bar we can find with wifi to contact airbnb. That is my airbnb story.