The Day My Luggage Got Swapped (and How I Got It Back)
The Day My Luggage Got Swapped (and How I Got It Back): A Complete Guide I still laugh about it now, though at the time I could have cried. It happened on the way back from Lisbon — one of those sleepy early-morning flights where everyone looks half-dreaming and slightly dishevelled. I collected what I thought was my suitcase, identical black shell, same red tag, and wheeled it confidently out of arrivals. Must Read: When Google Maps Betrayed Me in the Middle of Nowhere . It wasn’t until I reached the car park that something felt off. My bag was unusually heavy. When I opened it, expecting laundry and a bottle of cheap port, I found men’s shirts, a hairdryer, and a guidebook to Berlin. My stomach dropped. Somewhere, someone was staring at my floral sundress and wondering what on earth had happened. Must Read: Discovering Hamburg’s Coolest Neighbourhoods . Panic hit first, then the slow realisation that I had no idea how to fix it. But the staff at Manchester Airport we...