Baggage Plane... Oi.

Okay so here's the long version of the baggage plane misconception. I recently went to London, yes I know I haven't written about the trip yet, I'll get there. Anyways so I went to London to visit family, he's an honorary cousin of mine. London Joe was kind enough to host me on my UK travels. He was also incredibly wonderful in cooking dinner three days out of the four. One night over a delicious (orgasmic) bowl of soup made of sweet potato, freaking PUMPKIN, and gosh knows what else, we got to talking about my flight to Barcelona. I told him how nervous I had been that my baggage would be lost and then recalled the strange occurrence that I had seen at Stansted Airport outside of London. For my flight to London I had chosen good old RyanAir. Yeah I know, what you pay is what you get. No one likes a know it all. Unfortunately I had arrived to BCN Airport only an hour until takeoff and was subject basically to the back of the line. Well if you don't count the 10 other people behind me... We were the lucky few that no longer had space in the carry-on cabinets. Yay! I actually had a comical gentlemen who argued so loudly with the attendant checking our bags (Thank god for free) that I almost made it to the queue before he could grab my bag, but alas loud mouth was quickly silenced with the threat of not getting on the flight at all. Taking my bag and handing me a sticker, I got on the flight scared to death I would never lay eyes on my bag again. Alright now for years I had thought about where the baggage you checked went, ya with me? I figured that it wasn't allowed on the plane with you because of the weight so naturally it went to (wait for it)... a cargo plane. Because that's what cargo planes were for right? CARGO. Baggage. Whatever. Now onto the odd occurrence, Once I had landed in Stansted I walked down the stairs and looked back at the plane waving a small goodbye to the pilots (plus wondering how Princess Kate makes it down those plane steps in heels, those things are freaking steep!) when I saw workers unloading my "checked bag" from the plane I was just on. What? I was so confused. I wanted to walk over and grab it from him but they stuck it on a kart and took off. I made it through Border Control in fairly good time and then grabbed my bag from the belt since it had come in while the England Border was interrogating me on travel plans (ridiculous). After telling London Joe of my interesting account he did the only thing someone could do when faced with the naivety of a child. He laughed, loudly. I don't blame him. Okay so here's the deal guys why the hell are we paying extra money for a checked bag when its on the same damn plane we are on!? Oh and another thing HOW THE BLOOMING HELL DO THEY LOOSE LUGGAGE!!?? It's on the same flight as us. I was understanding before. I figured when luggage disappeared it was because the "luggage plane"landed at the wrong airport or took off at a later time then the people plane, but now I have no sympathy for the airlines. So while I still don't really understand it all I have uncovered another mystery into the workings of mankind, what a load of unstable lot we are. In all seriousness though I had a wonderful time in England everybody, and if you get the chance to travel to London don't waste it, a very cool place indeed.

Until Next Time,

Sophia