Charles de Gaulle Airport, Terminal 1, Paris – there were only 2 luggages left in the moving carousel, and neither of which are mine. I calmly walked over to the missing luggage counter and reported my situation, the clerk was friendly and accommodating, she help me filled up a form, get my contact information and assures me they will trace the whereabouts of my beloved luggage. It’s now pass lunch time, I’m still sitting in the almost empty arrival area of the airport, munching on the 3-layered peanut butter and jelly sandwich that I have prepared from Iceland last night, deep in-thought, trying to digest not the sandwich but the fact that I may not see my luggage again, making mental notes of the items inside and what am I to do for the remaining days of my trip. In my backpack, apart from the clothes I was wearing, I only have a couple of newly bought tees from Iceland, an extra jacket, one washed underwear, and my dental kit. A profound sadness was about to set in, but at the same time, another thought came to mind… wouldn’t it be a great call-to-fame if you could survive Paris and […]