At baggage claim in Istanbul, the men are standing with hands on their hips. They wait shoulder to shoulder, some standing sideways to get one arm slightly closer to the unmoving baggage carousel. They glance at those on the other side, across the carpet advertisements, wondering which direction the bags will rotate. Most women stand back. Since I must wait, I try to appear larger, bending out my elbows and standing wide, like when one comes across a mountain lion. I aim to be daunting in bland anticipation of an alarm and the start of the slow distribution, only to stare at unfamiliar suitcases passing by single file.
A tall boy in a small shirt–chosen to reveal his muscles–picks up each bag to check the name on the claim ticket. It’s as though he’s taking attendance, or hunting for someone else’s suitcase. As though one of the bags could be a prize from the airlines, a gift for being first to lift each stranger’s belongings. He reads the label on a large red hardside, a sleek black case with a ribbon, a very small grey carry-on–flipping items over, upright, sideways, then tossing them back on the conveyor for consideration by the rest of the crowd. His friend tsk-tsks, and this gives the muscle boy some pause. He lets a leopard print softside move by untouched. Then he continues the spontaneous workout, the lifting of the luggage, but with somewhat more tenderness in his disappointment.
–Istanbul, Turkey
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How about you? Baggage claim annoyances? Or any secrets, tactics, or tricks? (Other than carrying-on, that is…)
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Baggage claims were never an enjoyable experience, not for me anyway. Always, there will be something to spoil the fun, without fail.
I put a bright ribbon on my bag so I know it’s mine.
Hmm. Do you have a color of choice?
I have a slightly purple suitcase. It resembles those uniform black roller bags, but it’s just a bit off. And dirty from assorted sidewalk salt. Surprisingly, no one else wants to claim it!
Color of choice – the most obnoxious, bright, hard-to-miss color I can find (like lime green or neon orange). That way I see it the second it comes out.
Lots of good luggage ideas here. I hate waiting for luggage claim. I usually try to carry it on. that way I know where it is. Love to travel in spite of luggage. Thanks for visiting my site. I’ll be back here.
I would love to carry-on, but I can never seem to winnow down the liquids! Plus, I get a feeling of panic when I need to put something in the overhead compartment. Competing for space with the other passengers…maybe then I become just as bad as the ones crowding the carousel…
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I also tie brightly colored or patterned ribbon on my suitcases. I also always check the airlines guidelines on baggage limits etc. before I fly. Remember when baggage limits weren’t as strict and the charges didn’t cost as much as the plane ticket itself? *sigh*
Yeah, the good ol’ days when a checked bag wasn’t a terrifying wait on the baggage scale. Once I hit spot on 20 kilos–exactly the permitted weight–and I broke out in applause!
How do you kill time at baggage claim? I bet you write something, Ash…
I am usually too excited about where I am going, or too sad about what I am leaving to really notice the time
But a good book has been known to do the trick!
I especially love the title of this post–thinking it might work into a great poem; if so, I’ll mention you/your blog–deal?
Sure thing! However, the line is from a commercial for a gym.
Do let me know if you write the poem, though, I would love to read it.
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Istanbul baggage story for ya: http://platytera.blogspot.com/2011/06/flow-states.html