My bag was mislaid on a flight to El Calafate, Argentina. Unfortunately so was my wife’s. We have lost luggage before, so we tend to carry essentials in hand luggage and pack half and half in each hold bag so we at least each have some stuff. We had not thought of losing both bags.
Waiting at the luggage carousel in late 1999 in Kathmandu, two bags quickly arrived. The third, with all of my son’s stuff in it, never did. Finding ourselves in Kathmandu for 36 hours, with a 12 year old with no clean clothes when about to fly on to Paro in Bhutan was a bit of a problem.
About 18 months ago I was routed on a flight via Rome. This was slightly bizarre and quite irritating as there was then an 8 hour wait for my connecting flight. It wasn’t a cheap flight, but I looked for a positive solution. No matter I thought. I will take the opportunity to go into Rome for a few hours, have lunch and then come back for my flight. It seemed a great plan.
Farewell to the ‘m’ and the ‘e’. I have succumbed to the pressures of globalisation and adopted the American spelling of program as in program manager, program director and so on.
Welcome to the blog page of Changing Hats. I will write my various musings in this blog. I can’t promise there will be any consistent theme other than ideas that have gone through my head at some point.