I contemplated whether to call this post ‘pack as though you will loose everything’ or ‘carry on bag survival kit’. Even, ‘don’t think you can control anything’. So I had a wild ride getting my feet on the ground in Italy. A ship captain hit a motorway over bridge in Hong Kong which meant the road was closed for inspection. This meant the cabin crew of my flight to Europe were late to the airport, so I missed my connection to Sicily. There is only one of those a day from Frankfurt.
Try finding this convent accomodation door in a dark alley.
The courtyard of my convent, that’s my room upstairs, number 37.
The corner of the road. A bit like a post war scene, which it probably is.
So I spent another day in airports taking another two flights and in doing so loosing my bag. I arrived in Palermo in the dark, bewildered, exhausted and empty handed. The happy outcome is that by 9.30pm the next night it was delivered. The key lesson for me was always keep my charger for my phone in my carry on. It was worrying watching my battery dying and with it all communication means.