We finally made it to Madras. The trip was a mixed bag of high decibled toddlers, lost luggage and arguments at Heathrow about what I could and could not carry on board.
One thing is for sure, the security authorities in the US aren’t talking the same language as those at Heathrow. What I could take on board in a 20″ suitcase [usually a carry-on until the new rules were hurriedly applied] through the US port of Boston was declined at Heathrow. The rules changed and the security folks there told me that I would have to check in my gear. Gasp! No way man. I couldn’t risk that at all. Not the way I have seen baggage handlers toss [no, I really mean this cuz I have seen it with my own eyes] baby strollers.
Anyway, I asked to see a representative of British Airways. She called someone else. Someone she only referred to as the “DM.” The DM arrived and I explained the situation. She was apologetic and convinced the security folks to let me through with my luggage. No sooner had she left the scene when new security folks replaced the ones she had talked to and of course we had to start that dialogue all over again. To make matters worse, a desi at the helm didn’t seem to want to help us at all. In fact, he seemed hell-bent on giving us a harder time with our hand carry-on which also included a bag for the baby with diapers and such and another bag holding most of his food.
Traveling has changed dramatically. I am not thrilled by the changes and while the precautions are all valid, it makes for a tiring journey that at one time was really enjoyable. Well, not any more.
To make matters really worse, after we landed in Madras, we couldn’t find three of our suitcases. They were stuck in London and still are there. No word about when we will get them. With a wedding to attend and only on chane of underwear [this is a personal post right?] we are biding our time and hoping that by some miracle we’ll get the rest of our stuff in the next flight.
More about the morons at Madras airport in my next. I gotta do some laundry now.