I don't know about you, but I always watch those carousels anxiously, praying to the globe-trotting gods that my purple pack or green valise or whatever I happened to lug on this journey or that, will round that corner and make its slow way into my arms after hours of restlessness in that big ol' metal tube in the sky.
Up until now, my prayers had always been answered.
On a recent sojourn of mine, a company that shall remain nameless (but rhymes with MAir MIndia) failed to deliver to me the goods that I had deemed quite necessary to my comfort and continued style on a trek many thousands of kilometers from home. What was even more disheartening was the callous way they treated my dilemma, ignoring phone calls and attempts to gather information, failing to offer any kind of compensation or sympathy, and after finally locating my things, refusing to deliver them to me. Needless to say, threats were made, arguments were had, and a week later, I was reunited with my purple companion and all was well.
*Before I get to the point of this post, I would like to just sincerely warn anyone from using said company. I was hesitant to go with them from the beginning and they have just proven me right. There were four people in their office to file a complaint about missing things including me, and that's just how many I was witness to. Their customer service is non-existent and they clearly do not prioritize organization, customer satisfaction or any kind of minimal standard for delivering a pretty common service. Oh and by the way, a couple of weeks ago, they "forgot" to schedule several pilots and passengers were stranded at Heathrow for 12 hours. Yeah.
Anyway, rant over. My point is, I really wanted to share with you guys what I managed to whip up in my dire time of no change of underwear. Turns out, it's pretty easy to go anything-clean-will-do shopping when the prices are about a tenth of what you're used to and the aesthetic is bold colours and floral prints. Yeah, exactly, right up my alley! I may have had to wear this tunic for three days in a row and also sleep in it, but damn, did I feel pretty. And the trousers had a handy zipped pocket at the waist that was the perfect built-in fanny pack. All in all, it could have been worse. At least I have a few fun additions to the old wardrobe and a story.