Arriving at the Tangier airport, I asked of the Iberia agent about my luggage. She called the service desk.
“Yes, sir. Your luggage is here in lost and found.”
And thus I was united with my luggage, which had apparently arrived on our around May 23, three days later than I did.
Of course, no one from the airport called the hotel, even though they knew where I was staying. And no one from the hotel seemed to be able to find the luggage either, or knew who to call at the airport.
[An update at 6 p.m. Madrid time on Tuesday: as of this moment, according to the screen captures on my computer, Iberia is still showing my luggage as lost with a WorldTracer on it. No one at TNG scanned a bar code, or even asked me to sign anything. No wonder this system is a mess.]
I have my luggage. Now I I have fresh clothes, thanks be to god. And all my toiletries.
Next: doing battle with the airlines for reimbursement, and doing battle with the private insurance company to gain restitution as well.
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