I promise my blog posts will become shorter and more concise. I’ve been playing catch up as I’ve been busy and I’m also reflecting on those days a lot.

This morning was a nightmare. A few months ago I got an email from my airline making a change to my flight. Originally I was supposed to go Frankfurt to get a connecting to Cancun but they fucked up as I arrive in Frankfurt 10mins after the connecting flights takes off. So I was put on an earlier flight. So I thought.

I try self check in but it doesn’t work for some reason. So I go to the check in desk to do it the old fashioned way. Phew. I got my boarding pass. Oh wait its for the later flight! And my bag was been checked in and is on its way to the wrong plane!

I go back to the check in desk and ask wtf is going on. Turns out Condor didn’t change my flight details and I had to go to the ticket office to sort it out! I plead my case with the ticket person and she manages to get me on the correct flight. Only problem is my bags. They’re still on the way to the wrong plane! So I go back to the check in desk and get dealt with by a manager. He sorts it out for me so I get 2 boarding passes and he tries to stop my bag from getting on the other plane. Some guy from baggage comes up too. The manager transfers my bags on the system and hopes a baggage handler will get the request in time to change the plane.

So this is the situation I’m in now. I can fly to Cancun and everything goes smoothly and I get my bag. OR I get to Cancun and my bags are still in Heathrow because the bags don’t go on a plane if the passenger isn’t on board. I will only know that has happened if I have no bag in Mexico! I’m trying not to think about the worst case scenario. I’m sitting in Frankfurt waiting for my connecting flight and when I get there I’m gonna get my bag and meet nasty and we’re gonna trek around Mexico and Latin America. Right? RIGHT?!?