How to find the best Lake House rental in Penrith
PENRITH, NSW — It was a cold morning in July 2017, and I was driving through the northern suburbs of Penruth when a rental car came to a halt.
“You are being charged $15 for a single bed?” the driver asked.
“I’m paying $15.”
I asked the rental car driver if he could help me find a new house, but he said no.
I didn’t want to drive around in my car for a few hours looking for a place to live.
I wanted to rent my own house.
So I called the number on the car, a company called Alamo Rentals.
“We can’t do that,” they told me.
“The property isn’t yours,” they said.
“It’s an Alamo property.”
“That’s not true,” I replied.
“Your home is an Alama property.”
I was confused.
The Alamo name is synonymous with Lakehouse, a popular and well-loved luxury rental service in the city of Sydney.
“Well, it’s the same property,” they replied.
I was not confused.
I had rented the property from the property manager of the property for a couple of months, and it was now owned by Alamo.
The rental company was claiming the property was theirs.
I couldn’t believe it.
“If I want to take a shower, I can use the bathroom,” I said.
They agreed to let me take a short shower.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face and body.
I left my hair and makeup in the sink.
The car stopped in front of the rental house and we got out.
I explained to the driver that I needed to change my car and we needed to go to the other side of town.
“There’s no other place to stay,” he said.
I looked around for another place to rent a house.
“This is the best place in Penrs,” I told him.
“What about you?”
I said to the rental company.
“Alamo,” they responded.
“Don’t say that.”
Alamo had a website.
I typed in my name and asked to be listed as an Alamon owner.
I called a number and spoke to a person on the phone.
“Are you sure you want to be an owner?” the man asked.
I said I wasn’t sure.
“Do you have any experience with a property?” he asked.
When I told the man that I had no experience, he said, “No.
But we have been doing this for years.”
I didn.
I did not take the job.
I told Alamo that I wanted the property as a rental property.
Alamo said it was the right decision.
“Just don’t say ‘yes,'” the company said.
Alamon’s website had a picture of a man holding a red balloon.
I felt like a superhero.
“So how does this property fit into the Alamo family?”
I asked.
Alamy told me the property is the property of the family who owned it for 20 years.
“How do you get it?”
I had a hard time understanding.
I asked them to let a lawyer look at the property and they did.
I emailed them and asked them what happened to the Alamos after I took over the property.
I also asked Alamo if they could explain why the property should be sold to someone else.
Alamic said it could be done in a matter of weeks, if the seller wanted to.
I don’t think it would have been fair for them to sell it, but Alamo told me I could go to court and get the sale if the property wasn’t theirs.
Alamosto had told me that the property belonged to the family.
I still hadn’t seen the Alamon family.
They told me to call them to ask them about it.
When they called me back a few days later, I told them I didn, and that they would never know the truth.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
I demanded.
“They are the owners,” they answered.
“Is there anything you can do to stop me from using this property?”
I told me Alamo could be sued if they didn’t pay the money.
Alamedo said that I was being a “whore” and a “slut” and I should be ashamed of myself.
I gave them my contact information and said I would call them back.
I then called Alamon and told them what I had learned.
“Can you please send me a copy of the contract?”
I emailed Alamo a few weeks later.
“No, we cannot,” they wrote back.
“That would be against our Terms of Service and all Alamo agreements.”
Alamon was not happy about that.
“Not having a lawyer involved with the dispute is very disheartening,” Alamo wrote in an email.
“While we are a great company,