A few days ago, I blogged about my horrible experience at the lost baggage counter in Barcelona. Today, exactly a week later, I am already back home from a trip to Spain and France, still without that bag!
Although I managed to see Barcelona and drove up to the south of France, my luggage–it seems–saw a lot more of the world without me.
This is the sad story of poor me and my bag:
- Monday – I arrive in Barcelona from Prague on Czech Airlines, direct flight mind you. My bag does not.
- Tuesday – My bag arrives in Barcelona. Should be delivered to my hotel “asap”.
- Wednesday – I am am enjoying the Costa Brava while someone at Iberia decides to send my bag back to Prague.
- Thursday – I am driving up to France from Spain. Czech Air promises they will send the bag to me in Bordeaux.
- Friday – I break down and buy new clothes and toiletries. Bag does not make it to Bordeaux.
- Saturday – Marathon du Medoc day. My bag is apparently on its way to Bordeaux, yet somehow it gets rerouted to Madrid and then San Sebastien, Spain, of all places.
- Sunday – I give up and drive to San Sebastien. The bag is not there and apparently has never been there.
- Monday – I fly back home. Czech Airlines tell me they have no idea where my bag is.
According to USA Today, out of the 3,7 million bags that got lost by airlines last year, 420,000 are lost permanently. Umm, it is a little hard to imagine where almost half million bags end up. Apparently in some lost baggage center in Alabama. With the new “liquid” regulation, the number of checked bags has gone up and one would assume the number of lost bags would go up as well.
I love traveling, but the recent developments in the airline industry make me more and more convinced that trains might be the way to go.