A lot of people have the theory that when you fly with Flybe
you should be prepared to flap your arms to get into the air. They fly old
types of Bombardier equipped with propellers. I must admit that I never had any
complaint while flying several times with them. I never had a delay and the
staff was always friendly and very professional.
So it was no surprise that my flight arrived on Norwich
Airport even a bit early. All 15 passengers got off. There was a British couple
with two children, two British gentlemen who travelled together and the rest of
the people, including me, came from the Netherlands. There were two girls among
the Dutch who really drew my attention; one was quite small and had dark hair
and the other was the tallest blonde that I had ever seen in my life. Because
they had been sitting in front of me, I had overheard that they were heading
for Great Yarmouth. This should be quite a lovely beach-town according to them.
Like always we were lead to the airport building on an
outlined path. Two women in yellow jackets kept an eye on us in case we got out
of line. The passengers were well trained and so we arrived safe and sound in
the luggage reclaim room with its single luggage carousel.
When waiting for the arrival of my luggage I always have to
think about that famous 12% of luggage that worldwide get lost on flights. It
happened to me three times but after some days it always shows up. It is a
nuisance but the most important things like money and passport will not be in
it and there’s always the insurance to get it even with.
The fifteen of us had been waiting for half an hour at the
luggage-carousel. Luggage for so few people shouldn’t take that long, we
grumbled. New passengers already had boarded the plane.
The children were led off by the mother and were having a
drink. The rest of us stampeded to three women with yellow jackets behind a
counter. One of the British men became our spokesman. He explained patiently that
we would be very happy if we could have our luggage. The three yellow-jackets
just smiled at us. We should be patient and wait.
The dark-haired Dutch girl had a vision: “Our luggage is
still on that plane!” So we now shouted all together that they should get it
off. One of the yellow-jackets told us that the procedure not allowed the staff
to go to the plane now. The engines obviously had been started. We threatened
to get the luggage ourself but the women behind the counter just smiled at us.
A fourth woman with a yellow-jacket appeared and she joined
her colleagues behind the counter.
We started to yell at her too. She mentioned us to be quiet
and she took a sort of walkie-talkie out of her jacket. She mumbled a bit in it
and then waited. A few minutes later she was able to tell us that all of our
luggage had been taken from the plane. She spoke a bit longer with her
colleagues and then went away.
The plane taxied away to the runway. “Bye bye luggage”, said
the dark-haired one and she almost cried. A man who stood behind me cursed
loudly and suggested that we should demand to see the management. The blonde
Dutch girl exclaimed that she would drag one of the yellow-jackets over the
counter. Our spokesman advised not to do such a thing: it would not help us
very much. Their only action still existed of having these smiles, to me they
seemed amused, like they would have a nice story for a next birthday party. The
fourth one appeared again with a tray of four coffees. The passengers were not
exactly amused, some were ready to explode.
The plane had flown off and we still stood there in despair.
All of a sudden the other British man shouted: “I think I know what to do! Follow
me.” I thought he would lead us to the management or such, but instead we
walked through some corridors. It all looked very poor, some doors had “STAFF
ONLY” on it. There was no-one to stop us. I thought this was the wisest the
staff could do regarding our state of mind.
Behind the last door we met on this quest, was a room that
looked like a shed. And here was another luggage carousel, maybe the first this
airport had got in its existence. And here we found our long-lost luggage.
I think we all showed a lot of anger on our faces, customs
never worked quicker. And after almost two hours I could finally go to my wife
who had patiently been waiting all this time. I told her about the reason of
the delay and she told me that this had been the last Flybe flight between
Amsterdam and Norwich. I couldn’t have cared less!
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