So I’m finally going back to London after a long stint in Prague, and again catching the 7.30am flight. But it wasn’t quite as simple as my last 24hr dash to London, this time I was moving back. With all my shit.
I knew something was different. My 70lt bag was filled to about 105lt, my 2 carry-ons were choccas, and I literally couldn’t fit anything extra. I lugged them all to the airport, again on the tram, metro and bus, and checked in. I had to put my backpack in the over-sized luggage, and I was a bit suss leaving it because one bag was already sitting there and no one was there to receive them. Security guard insisted it was fine so I left it.
2hrs or so later I got to Luton Airport….My Backpack didn’t.
You watch the belt go around, bags thin out, eventually there is nothing left, a few confused people are standing around, and then the belt stops. Yup, our bags, all “over-sized” coincidently, didn’t make it on the plane.
At first I thought it might be a blessing in disguise, they would deliver my bag later on to my door, for free. Saving me the hassle of carrying it! But it ended up being 3 full days before I got my bag! More on this later..
But I did make it to Jons place, and in the first 2 days I had a (much needed) hair cut from Neel, went went to London Fields and discovered the popularity of
hoola-hooping, caught up with Joe, and went to a crazy fancy dress party!