Capella
Journeyman Pro
Came back from a one week golf holiday in Spain yesterday. After everyone else claimed their luggage, I was still lingering about, waiting for my golf bag to appear at the bulk luggage belt. No joy. Actually, not a single piece of bulk luggage came through (and there must have been at least 10 golf bags on that plane from what I saw at check-in). The guy there sent me to the lost luggage counter and from there I was sent on to another lost luggage counter at the other end of the terminal, waited in line for about half an hour (it was already past 11 pm and I knew my parents were waiting to pick me up outside without any chance of reaching them, because they never take their mobiles). The guy at the counter was the slowest typist I ever say, with about ten keystrokes a minute (I kid you not, he had to search for every key on the keyboard, it was unbelievable). He was very friendly, though, and, when I finally made it to the top of the line, kindly informed me that my golf bag was still in Spain and would get there with the first plane on Sunday and then be delivered to my house.
Now I've been sitting at home all day, waiting for them to call me up and inform me when I can expect the golf bag to arrive, but so far, no luck. I am starting to get a tad nervous.
Word of advice: if you can avoid it, never ever fly with Iberia. The lost luggage is just the top of the iceberg. The whole service was horrible and the plane on the way down there was really so old and dodgy that I feared for my life (and I am not a nervous flyer, but when two tires blow while landing and you almost nose dive into the runway, I think you are entitled to get a bit edgy).
Now I've been sitting at home all day, waiting for them to call me up and inform me when I can expect the golf bag to arrive, but so far, no luck. I am starting to get a tad nervous.
Word of advice: if you can avoid it, never ever fly with Iberia. The lost luggage is just the top of the iceberg. The whole service was horrible and the plane on the way down there was really so old and dodgy that I feared for my life (and I am not a nervous flyer, but when two tires blow while landing and you almost nose dive into the runway, I think you are entitled to get a bit edgy).