Lost stuff and an orange girl.
By Fiacre Banks
February 10, 2016 11:38am CST
That awful feeling of doom passed through my guts as I watched the flow of baggage become little more than a trickle as it dropped onto the conveyor belt at Delhi airport. Most people had retrieved their suitcases and left, and soon the trickle of baggage dried up altogether, the conveyor belt was switched off, and I was left standing quite alone in the cold, silent hall. My luggage was lost. I had last seen it in Copenhagen the previous day and expected it to be loaded onto a connecting flight in Moscow headed for Kabul but that's where things went awry. That was the night that Soviet tanks headed over the Afghan border and wrong-footed the rest of the world. I was bumped onto a flight for Delhi and my luggage ended up in Karachi. Reporting the loss was a laborious affair. No-one seemed interested other than myself. I one point I caught an Aeroflot employee by the arm and wouldn't let go but he soon have me the slip. My plan was to head out of Delhi, but with no clothes to my name I had to stay and the clothes didn't turn up for another 5 days. But where to stay? More later.
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• Budennovsk, Russian Federation
12 Feb 16
My luggage was lost because of stopover! They said they didn't have time enough to unload the baggage from one flight and load my backpack to another. So I arrived to new country having only hand luggage. Luckily i had wallet with me. I didn't like this experience of my first self-made trip