After my trip to Davao in 2006, I had to fly to Baguio the very next day. Since Asian Spirit was the only airline that flies to Baguio, I had no choice. I wasn’t really too keen on flying via Asian Spirit because I’ve heard horrible stories from some friends. Anyhow, instead of traveling the long way by land, I opted to go by air.
I cannot even begin to relive the experience of flying through mountains of Baguio and how fast and scary the landing was. Anyway, I was still dazed from the flight that I didn’t notice that my luggage had a huge crack on it! I only found out in the cab on the way to the hotel when I looked at my luggage (most cabs if not all, in Baguio, are FX so my luggage was at the back of the SUV).
As I hauled the luggage out of the dark corner in my sister’s room, I noticed that it looked like it had Malaria or something. It really looked downbeat. I really love that luggage and couldn’t let go of it so I put more tapes and masked the cracks. I brought it to Hong Kong.
When we arrived Hong Kong via PAL, the left upper portion had also come off. I was beating myself up for not checking it in as FRAGILE. Bubba kept shaking his head and nagged about how he has asked me to change my luggage throughout last year. I know I know I should have listened. But the penny-pincher in me won.
I flew back to Manila on my own because Bubba had to stay 2 more days with his family. When I checked my luggage in, I specifically asked them to mark it FRAGILE. The counter attendant was puzzled but she did follow instructions. I wonder why she was bewildered as my luggage looked like it was going to faint any time soon. While waiting for boarding, I surveyed the luggage they sell at the airport lounge. I like Samsonite but they don’t have any flat surface interior and my OC-ness compels me to get one that has.
When they released my luggage, it was missing one wheel and the whole back part was totally damaged. It took me quite a while to drag it from the release area to where my mom picked me up because it was making such a horrible screeching sound on the floor. That incident really prompted me to buy a luggage the next chance I get the free time to go shopping, which was the following week.
The one I bought looked like the long lost twin of my old mutilated luggage. CW was against me buying another hard case but I just love hard cases –and having one in color pink didn’t hurt at all. *Sheepish smile*
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