Picture a crowded airport check-in area-- blurry eyed travelers, carts with mounds of luggage in front of them , shifting on their feet, contemplating the meaning of life at 4 AM as they wait for officially blue-suited airline crew members to ask the all important question-- "Did you pack your own bag?" In front of the check-in counter, a harried, grey-haired woman is kneeling on the floor by her one lonely, OPEN suitcase grabbing handfuls of undies and shirts, a random shoe, and stuffing them into a limp black sports bag. ???
That's me. One single bag, weighing in at 27.6 kg. Next to me an asian woman with a cart piled so high she can barely be seen sails through her check in process while I am forced to repack in the middle of the airport. While I'm still under my 30kg limit, I can't have any one bag weigh in at more than 23 kg. ??? How do these other people get away with it??
Anyway, a couple of legs , 18 and 1/2 hours, and a few dried out tastless in-flight meals later, I'm here! Back in the US of A. I have 2 more domestic flights to pack my way through on this month-long sojourn which I truly don't want to think about just yet. I need coffee first!
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