Travelling

It’s a journey far from perfect. I argue with the woman at the check-in counter refusing to let me bring an item as hand luggage.

“Where does it say I can’t bring it?”, I ask.

“In an email. That’s confidential”, she says refusing to show me the rules in writing. I call customer service and complain but the airline cannot help me.

It’s July and Copenhagen airport is crowded and staff seemingly tired by the high work load.

I’m reminded why I always try to avoid travelling during high season – I hate long queues through security and people taking up every available seat at the gate. But here I am. Waiting to fly. In the middle of summer holidays.

Arriving to Heathrow, the connecting flight to Argentina is delayed. We have to stay overnight in London and we arrive to Buenos Aires almost 20 hours later than scheduled. The flight is crowded and one piece of luggage is missing on the luggage belt at Ezeiza.

I’ve not had such a bad start to a trip in a long time and think that this might not have been such a good idea.