So after a marathon 28 hours, I’m on my new ship, in Montevideo. Unfortunately my luggage can’t say the same thing! I previously had a close call with almost losing my luggage in England. This time, I wasn’t so lucky. After 3 flights, the airline says they aren’t sure where it is. I’m starting to hate flying now.
I reported it to Lost & Found but was not sure what they were saying. Now I really wish I had learnt some Spanish before coming. I just nodded at whatever they said hoping it was “don’t worry we will send your luggage to your ship” rather than “haha, you’re fucked”.
Those two bags contained all the clothes I own in the world. So for the moment, all I have are the clothes on my back. I feel like a hobo. This is not my ideal of minimalism!
Apart from that, it was exciting being on my new ship. It’s the same layout as my first so it’s strangely familiar, like a parallel universe ship. And there are lots of familiar faces from my previous two contracts. It feels a bit like when you go back to summer camp. Except with more drinking.
[cruisesurfer’s log sea-date: 1:1:3 | 5:49]