I finally arrived in Gothenburg. The flight over was a nightmare. The plane was delayed almost 3 hours out of Melbourne due to a mechanical issue (the A380 seems to have a lot of those).
This meant I missed my original connection from Heathrow to Gothenburg. I was put on an alternative flight – which I nearly missed because the security checks at Heathrow take so bloody long.
And when I arrived at Gothenburg, I waited at the carousel only to find that my luggage didn't make it onto the flight (surprise, surprise). Now, I'm feeling just a wee bit anxious that my bag (and all my clothes) is lost somewhere in the Heathrow luggage system, never to be seen again.
I'm not looking forward to wearing the same pair of undies the whole week.
Fortunately, the guy at the lost baggage counter felt sorry for me and gave me an overnight toiletries bag so I can at least have a shower.
2 comments:
The joys of international place travel. Lost luggage is big business now. People depend on it for their livelihoods. In our experience missing luggage should be on the next flight.
When you think of the level of domestic and international air travel every hour of every day I'm amazed that any baggage reaches the correct destination on the correct flight.
Thankfully I have only 'lost' baggage once following a flight from Las Vegas to San Francisco and it was delivered to my hotel the next day.
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