Friday Giveaway: Crumpler Dry Red #3 Travel Bag

The very elegant and stylish Dry Red Collection by Crumpler is a complete suite of travel gear for the Business Traveler. Five impeccable bags offer durability and sleek looks without compromising storage space and accessibility. What’s more, they are feather light, semi soft, structured travel bags that promise never to let you down. To win the sexy Crumpler Dry Red #3 Travel Bag, simply tell us your most memorable travel story involving your bag.


Contest Rules

  • Contest Open Worldwide
  • Contest Closes: 4th December 2011, midnight PST
  • Standard Contest Rules Apply

More about the Crumpler Dry Red #3 Travel Bag

Crumpler bags are an example of considered design. Each pocket and handle, zip and clip, is designed to maximize utility and function.

  • Dry Red # 3 is the 55cm wheeled suitcase.
  • This featherlight suitcase weighs 2.6kg.
  • It is a remarkably compact carry-on bag that easily slips into in flight overhead bins. There’s space inside to pack a laptop and any other necessities for an overnight business trip.
  • Dry Red #3 comes with the Crumpler shoe bag and is available online for US $220.


    • Peter Trang says:

      Last year, I traveled to Hong Kong alone, while I’ve been with family when I was younger, this was the first time traveling internationally to visit friends. Itinerary was completely made by myself. I had planned to slowly make my way two week stay form the airport to Hong Kong island.

      After a 12 or so hour flight, we landed at 6am HK time. Things were going great, had my single luggage for 2 weeks as a carry-on and was eating breakfast in the airport. The first night I had booked a hostel on Lantau Island, a short distance from the airport, which was a bargain. However, as they say you get what you pay for. I did not realize that they would not accept check-ins until 4pm and was in the middle of village area near the giant Buddha. I had intended to make explore Lantau Island and the giant Buddha, but not with luggage, especially the “journey of enlightenment” towards the Buddha with an additional 30 odd pounds of luggage, let alone the humidity that I was not accustomed to. As I began the trek, thoughts of chucking it to the side of the mountain, or more conservatively simply leaving it on the side of the stairs. Perhaps this was my lesson, of not doing enough preparation, but then I thought this was a good thing, because I had packed my luggage half empty, as I knew I would be shopping. Relieved that it was not completely stuffed.

      My simple black on burgundy duffel bag has been my go to luggage for the past decade, and sad to say that while it lasted for this trip. On a more recent trip to Toronto the main strap decided to call it quits in the security check-point. Still usable as a weekend bag, but not so much as an international travel bag.

    • Veronica says:

      Hello together,

      I’d like to tell you about the most adorable experience with my OLD crumpler bag which ain’t no longer the home for my belongings 😉

      I stored the bag at my place and wasn’t using it for a time because I was not travelling longer than a weekend (and therefore the smaller backpack was enough).Then, I was heading to a 5-days-business-trip and wanted to pack my bag. I pulled it out of the lowest part of the shelf (excuse my bad english) and was really shocked.

      Something was moving insinde and a strange noise came out of it. I was shocked and afraid because I was thinking of mice or something like that.

      So I first went to get some garden-work-gloves, to defend myself in worst case I also got someting heavy and a box to catch the intruder.

      Then I slowly approached to the rustling crumpler, carefully opened the zipper and something really fluffy and extremey sweet looked at me

      My bunny got babies inside of my crumpler! 2 little bunnies were jumping around – one was more timid and sqeezed itself into one corner… but they were so incredibly nice :) tiny, tiny ears ^^

      I first couldn’t believe it, but then it fitted perfectly – a friend of mine and me arranged a playtime date for our bunnies and obviously her daisy ain’t a daisy… my bunny was behaving strangely, collecting tissues and other soft stuff for the cradle in the crumpler…

      so I’m right now not having a crumpler anymore – but a high quality babybunny-care-station. as bunnies tend (as I learned from my friend) to neglect their babies if they change their smell I cannot relocate them easily… I have to wait a few weeks.

      anyway – the business trip was a little bit uncomfortable with 2 smaller backpacks instead of my nice old crumpler… so my sweeties and me would be happy about winning one 😉

    • Gronert says:

      4 years ago I was on my way to NY by car. I traveled from SC to NY to visit my great grandma. As part of the trip I had to stop at numerous gas stations. About half way to NY I stopped at probably one of the sketchiest gas stations I have ever been too. Needless to say it was also 10:00 pm….and there were tons of shady people walking around.

      I popped the trunk of my car to get some cd’s from one of my bags for more road music. I lifted the bag out of my car, and I lost grip and it dropped to the ground…somehow the entire bag just ripped open and all of my belongings went everywhere.

      I had to go pick all of them up (the wind didn’t help either); but what made it worse were all the people just staring at me in the pitch darkness (except for the one gas station light that was on).

      I felt like I was going to get shot or stabbed… lol
      Luckily I grabbed all of my possessions, just threw them into the trunk of my car along with my bottomless ripped up traveling bag. I left that gas station as soon as I could, traveled another 2 miles down the interstate and found a well-lit non-sketchy looking gas station.

      So all in all everything turned out fine in the end except for my $200 bag getting blown out.

    • range says:

      I was traveling from Taipei back home, through Osaka for some reason, and I had along a backpack, my camera bag, and a roller to go into the cabin. I had managed to squeeze in two laptops and an Xbox 360 into the backpack, while the roller was filled with boots and heavy clothes. I had no problems getting through customs, and I would have been a lot over the weight limit had I not packed the way I did.

    • Faith says:

      In 2007 I went to Mexico with my boyfriend and his insane family. It was a 3 day trip so I only packed the bare essentials(clothes, deodorant, sneak-able snacks) in a black duffel bag. The trip itself was really a lot of fun. I saw a bunch of iguanas, swam in a bottomless river, and bought a billion candies. However, when it came time to leave I had stayed up the entire night so I was Exhausted.. I passed out in the taxi on the way to the airport so when we arrived I just grabbed by bag and rushed inside with my boyfriend. When we were “briskly” walking I totally flipped out when I thought I left my phone in the cab because I couldn’t feel it in my bag’s side pocket. (It was a new phone) so I started running back to catch the cab and I TRIPPED I feel so hard and my bag exploded! As I saw the contents fly everywhere I realized that IT WAS NOT MY BAG. It was my boyfriend’s younger brother’s bag and obviously he had a thing for trashy leg spreading magazines. So of course about 4 scattered around me along with foul smelling clothes. I was stunned surrounded by boobs, butts, and dirty boxers in an airport filled with people and his family.. His dad helped me pick up the magazines and clothes while his brother hid. Very memorable.

    • Raf says:

      Well I don’t have many exciting one bit I guess the best one is when I went on a business trip to Romania. We landed at an airport that looked like a bus terminal and it was all fine I went through everything with my carry-on. On the way back though it was a completely different story I actually got manhandled by a security lady who shall forever stay in my mind as Ilsa (as in ‘Ilsa she wolf of the SS’) for imagine this putting things back into the bag too slowly.

    • Nitya says:

      I was in travelling Bombay, India a year ago. On my last day there, I traveled by the local metro train to the airport. It was so crowded, I couldn’t breathe! I had one big backpack and two small bags. As my station neared, I made my way to the door. Somewhere along the way, my backpack got stuck among the crowd and I was literally pushed out of the door by the crowd. This backpack contained a lot of important things and there was no way I could get back in to fetch it. Just as the train was about to leave I was amazed to see it crowd surfing and make it’s way to me!!

    • Ann Distin says:

      My story is sad for me I had to leave London and go to Cornwall. On the crowded train I pushed my wheely bag in the luggage rack and sat near to watch it but at 4am I slept and woke to see NO bag. The conductor and I searched to no avail- I had lost all my birthday pressies which included a large bottle of my favorite perfume (I can smell it now) my new lap top,old laptop and mobile phone all my cards paperwork every personal detail and account I had plus lovely gifts I had bought for my family The Police said they had searched through all the CCTV footage but they said the most honest person in the world would think twice with gift like that! Now I go and borrow my Grandsons backpack when I travel! I am lucky to have a kind Grandson.

    • Ann Distin says:

      How Wonderful !

    • Jeffrey Wright says:

      Alas, I have no memorable experiences to share regarding my old bag. It is a simple backpack, and has served me well for years. As I travel from airport to airport, I move quickly and anonymously, my old, tired backpack slung over my shoulder. Nobody notices; nobody cares; just another fast moving traveler, leaving no mark on the places I visit.
      But, what might have been? Traveling from airport to airport with my trusty Crumpler Dry Red #3, sunglasses on, soaking in my new notoriety as the crowds pause to see the tall stranger with his Dry Red #3…
      “Who is that? With that Crumpler, he must be somebody! Let’s stop him!” I see the approaching hoard, flip my Crumpler on its wheels and dash off, leaving my admirers far behind…
      My good old Crumpler, serving me well as I travel through life…

    • Back in the 80s I used to travel in and out of Mexico a couple of times a year. I had small duffle of my grandfather’s — brown oilcloth with leather handles and piping — I always used as carry-on. Actually, it was my only piece of luggage coming into the States. On the way out, I’d check liquor boxes of books, black plastic garbage bags of bedding, etc. Anyway, this one time I was going through customs in Dallas-Fortworth with my one little old bag. I suppose I looked a bit like trouble, having been living the hippy life in southern Mexico. This uppity white woman, the same 20-ish age as me, decides to assert her authority and makes me unzip my bag so she can paw her way through it, looking for mushrooms in jars of honey, or something. Out she comes with a flesh-colored plastic box, about 3.5 x 3.5 and a half inch thick. I say nothing. In fact, I’m rather horrified. She opens the box and extracts with thumb and forefinger a round rubber item which she holds up in front of her face. She gives me a gotcha look with raised eyebrows and says, “Now what have we here?” Did I mention that there were a whole bunch of us suspicious persons standing one side of the long table, and another bunch of officials on the other? They all looked at the object, and then they looked at me. I have to admit that I wasn’t horrified any longer. The moment was too good to be true. “It’s a diaphragm,” I said. “My birth control.”

    • KimWeb says:

      last year I went to Ireland for being an aupair to look after two kids. I planned staying there for six months, so you basically have to pack all of your belongings into the suitcase.
      so that’s what I did.
      now imagine the size of the case…
      thankfully my mum had a huge family suitcase :)

      I wont mention the weight, but I had to pay a fortune due to the overweight!^^

      after landing in Dublin, my host mum saw the massive suitcase and she just started to laugh. a few minutes later, I knew why: she was driving a mini… basically the size of my suitcase.

      we tried to put it in but it was simply impossible! so after one hour, we finally gave up and ordered a taxi, only for my huge suitcase…

    • A year ago I was traveling back from Poland on a Russian train headed towards Berlin so I could return to the U.S. My Stay in Poland was short lived and my departure was bitter sweet, yet there was one level of comfort available. I was told to stay quiet by the ticket teller, being a non Russian speaking American yielding a Macbook and Pentax kx-8 on the train was not in my favor. What was in my favor was my make shift Crumpler pillow aka my laptop bag. Lightweight and soft enough to be a comfortable pillow, durable enough to hold my laptop. Traveling with my electronics was made easy by Crumpler, Comfort 1, foreign relations 0.

    • NY says:

      When I went to Macau on a budget trip, I brought my navy blue stroller bag which is a decade old that has a minimal rusting on the handle part. Its sentimental value and intactness after all these years led me to believe that I could use it again…or so I thought.
      I was striding the grounds of Macau for the first time with a nonchalant attitude and a bag in tow like it was no big deal. Suddenly, the left wheel got stuck around with what I think was a chewing gum or some rubber-like texture that was rather stubbornly hard to take off.
      For the remaining hours until I got to my destination, it felt as though I was dragging a six-years old who’s having a tantrum which can be a torture for an asthmatic person like me. I was huffing and puffing like a candidate on a crazy variety game show.
      Lesson learned, some things are just better left in the past…or in the attic.

    • Leslie Bow says:

      It should have been a simple trip home from Michigan to Tucson. After three hours in the Dallas Airport and then finding out it would be overnight, with no luggage, it was turning into a nightmare. The next morning after little sleep, no shower or toothbrush, and two day old clothes, I was finally put on another flight and arrived in Tucson more than 24 hours late.
      I went to the baggage carousel to collect my bag and after waiting for more than an hour with no bag, went to the baggage claim office for my airline. For some reason my airline had sent my bag on another carrier when I was held up in Dallas. They didn’t have my bag either. To top it all off I was told that after 48 hours the bag would be sent to the unclaimed bag depository and then sold, but I could call every hour or so to each of the airlines to find out if the bag had shown up on another of their flights! Fun!
      Three days later, after being assured that since the bag hadn’t come in in the allotted 48 hours that it was in deed gone. The orig. airline called to ask why I hadn’t picked up my bag four days ago. Seems it had been taking a nap in someones office since arriving without me on my orig. flight.

    • Bruce Brown says:

      Got home to airport late one night. Luggage never came down the carousel. Filed the claim and went home. Next day they called and wanted me to come get my bag. I asked them to deliver it since they lost it. No they said, I left it in parking lot. . Seems some dolt grabbed wrong bag and rather than return it, just left in lot; I was picked up I said so they reluctantly delivered it to the wrong address: Bartley rather than Barley. Fortunately the person on Bartley street was honest and drove the bag cross-town to me.

    • James Keblas says:

      I was traveling to Austin, TX from Seattle, WA and decided to check my red Swiss Army bag instead of taking it on the plane. On the flight, I had noticed a pretty girl and we had exchanged flirtatious glances a few times when we passed each other on the plane. We were on separate ends of the plane so we never got a chance to talk and when the plane landed I couldn’t find her around the baggage claim area. I figured it was a lost opportunity and grabbed my red bag when it came around the carousel. When I got to my hotel room I opened my bag and was shocked to find that I had grabbed the wrong bag. Luckily, there was an I.D. tag in the bag with a phone number. I called to learn that the bag owner had just realized the same thing and was relieved that I had called. I arranged to take a cab to the bag owners’ hotel and make the exchange. As I was waiting in the lobby for the owner to come down, I looked up and saw the pretty girl from the plane – AND SHE WAS ROLLING MY BAG. She saw me and realized I had her bag. We approached each other laughing at the circumstance and a little blushed from our earlier flirtation. The bag mix up made for an easy conversation starter and we ended up going for coffee. She also lived in Seattle and we had a lot of similar interests. The exchange continued in Austin over the following days and back to Seattle, where we fell in love, got married and are now raising a family together.

    • MDesigns says:

      In 2002 my boss and I were traveling to mainland China via Hong Kong. Well, since we had time to kill we went to the “Hollywood” area where you can buy antiques, and my boss got a great deal to buy a bronze bust of a greek emperor of some sort. He thought the deal was so good he brought it and we were found walking around Hong Kong with our luggage and this very heavy bust, going through Customs in Hong Kong then the Old China customs in by the ferry boats with what proved to be a nightmare. It slowed us down such, that I had to offer my help to carry it every 15 minutes. Needless to say, my arms and chest were so beat up only to find out later it was made of steel and not really an antique. But we laughed so hard as we felt so foolish with everyone looking at our struggle. I am sad to say, today is my boss last day at work, as he moves on to new endeavors. Good luck Bob, you will be missed.

    • jackie says:

      I was traveling with a friend, and we’d just arrived at the airport and were waiting for our luggage at the carousel. His bag never came – apparently it had gotten lost and was on another plane. He had to wait a week to get it back – the bag had his laptop in it, and when he opened his luggage, the laptop screen was broken beyond repair. Lesson learned, never put valuable electronics in your check-in luggage.

    • Doc says:

      I have a strong memory associated with traveling, but not in good way. In 2002, I flew to NYC with a duffel bag full of swag for our booth. Mostly it was filled with toys, signs, and literature and a few of my own items. Security was extremely tight around this time, especially during both of my stops in Philly, where all the items of my luggage were pulled out and I was personally screened (both times).

      I wasn’t too worried, because I knew what they were looking for didn’t involve a bag full of yo-yos, but when I returned home and started unpacking I discovered an extra pocket along the side. I opened it and realized it contained two box cutters and packet of blades. I suddenly remembered all the searches and how many times I said “yes I packed my own luggage” as the TSA searched through my goods and I imagined how much worse my flight could have been had they discovered this extra pocket before I did. Lesson learned I guess. I still get nervous whenever I travel that I’ll find some hidden pocket that I had forgotten about before.

    • Seth Brooks says:

      My family came up to visit me one year and me and my cousin got to talking and all of a sudden i hear a quacking noise… My cousin had set her phones camera to quack every time she takes a photo. I asked her why she was taking photos and she said her friend wanted to know what i looked like. So i started talking her friend and eventually i decided to travel back with my family so i could spend more time with them. I had packed my bags but had a extra bag with nothing in it that i kept with me just in cast. Later i met my cousins friend and she gave me a teddy bear that is something that never left her side. At first i thought it was weird at her age to carry a teddy bear around everywhere.. but it was still adorable of her to give something she cares so much about to someone she didn’t even know. The bear traveled with me everywhere in that bag i had extra space in with its head popping out. I got stared at but didn’t really care it was a lot of fun! but now I’m a fashion major and need some new bags cause i have been doing a lot of traveling and everything is worn out and has holes :(

    • Andrew says:

      The time it got lost. Fun.

    • I was searched and they made me test my babies milk that we had ready made for her. not the tastiest of foods, yuk!.

    • Kathleen says:

      On our summer trip to China, my family and I just arrive at the airport in Hong Kong. As usual, we grab our baggage and go! BUT, already a good distance out into the blistering, smoking, super humid, HOT weather, we found our that we grabbed the wrong ones! So, back we go again. Thank god our luggage wasn’t taken too!

    • michael rada says:

      Just one small memory fragment from my site. Working in early 90 as one of the first man aupairs in UK for almost a year, I have collected small library. Packed all in my suitcase, it reached over 50 kg of weight. Traveling by bus to czech i warned the driver it is maybe heavier than expected, he just laught.

      His stop lauging at the moment when tried to move up. For not loosing the face he loaded the suitcase but moved his back, so other driver has to take the drive back.

      I am still in touch with him and he pointed out that this occation huelps him to undersatand the reason why rules have been invented.

      Just currious, what is the weight limit of Crumple dry red bag?

    • Paras Desai says:

      In India whenever we travel by train, it almost customary to chain the bags for the obvious reasons.Once while we were traveling back from Coorg(Hill Station in Karnataka) to Mumbai, as soon as we boarded the train , we were informed about multiple bag thefts.As we had only 1 chain and 5 odd bags, we,family of four decided to be awake one at a time to take care of the luggage.This decision led to all of us being awake the whole night playing cards and having a gala.. :)

    • Patricia Manasan says:

      When I travel with my husband and daughter we use a big old rolling luggage bag for our clothes. Unfortunately it is not so big to accommodate my daughter’s clothes as well. We’re forced to use an ugly large tote bag which is not really big enough to house all of her clothes and other needs. We usually go about with one or two extra bags for carry on which is very inconvenient since we have to mind all of the bags as well as my daughter. It would be nice to have this crumpler bag to have a better organized carry on luggage.

    • winterwold says:

      Last trip I made I choose to use an old suitcase that I borrowed from my parents. It has lots of stickers on it from their years of traveling. And when I say lots I mean LOTS. It is completely covered and there is no way of seeing the brand of it anymore.
      Anyway I went for my trip (to Manila) and on the way there I had to change flights. It was a tight change to make the next flight but I got there in time. Now of course I was worried that the bag wouldn’t make it since it was checked in (I really do hate having to check bags in would much rather have hand luggage).
      So when I arrived in Manila many hours later I wasn’t really that surprised when I was the last person standing around waiting for the bag to come out on the luggage belts.
      Having given up I went to the clerk and asked to file a missing luggage form. He was very helpful and service minded and helped to fill out the forms.
      When we came to the part to describe the bag he asked what make it was and was somewhat puzzled when I said I didn’t know.
      He then asked if I couldn’t describe it. What color is was etc.
      I said sure. It is every color you can imagine. And it has every text you can imagine on it as well. Everything from coca cola stickers to some badge for the city of San Fransisco. It is a stickerbag.
      I am not sure if it was my explaining or if he didn’t understand how to fill in this information on the form, but he excused himself and called someone on the phone to come and help. Another guy came out and talked to him. The clerk explained and I could hear the words “stickerbag”.
      Immediately the new guys face shone up and he loudly said “stickerbag” with a smile on his face. He turned around and went out the door he came in on. Just a couple of minutes later he came out again, carrying my bag!
      I could never really understand what the problem had been, but I guess it had fallen of or lost its tag or something. But it had arrived with the plane they just didn’t know where it belonged.
      So sometimes it is good to have a unique bag!

    • Nathan says:

      Last year I when on holiday to Majorca with my girlfriend, this was my first holiday without mum and dad. When we got off the plane I found my case, with one of the wheels barely hanging on. Damn baggage handlers! So I carry on being careful of my now dammaged bag, and just before we get to the coach the wheel pops off.
      So we get on the coach, and the drivers never heard of our hotel, he says he’l drop us at one hotel, because its either this hotel or “the one next door”. He drops us off, drives away, we que up for 20mins to be told that were at the wrong hotel, and our hotel is a mile away. So as a result, I had to carry a 16Kg suitcase, a mile in the blistering Spanish mid-day sun whilst wearing warm clothes because we left the UK really early and it was cold when we left.
      Luckily when we got to the second hotel, it was the right one.

    • Ben says:

      After 22 hours on a bus from Plymouth to Amsterdam, we finally made it. I had my holdall and also had to carry the tent. My mate supposedly knew the way to the campsite…but 2 hours later we are still walking the length of Amsterdam and “snap” my bag straps gone…thinking it couldn’t have happened at a worse time the tent bag then splits poring all the contents into the bike lane…trying not to get flattened by the crazy cyclists we wrapped everything in the tent, and that became my new bag =]

    • Kevin says:

      I had been traveling with the same backpack for almost fifteen years. Once while Camping in lake Tahoe, California I heard a rustle in the night. I got up and looked outside my tend to find a bear rustling through my backpack (he had torn it open). I made some noises and scared it off and put the pack back in the bed of my truck. Early the next morning I heard more rustling. The bear had come back! I scared him away again. Scouring through the campsite I couldn’t find my backpack and there were various supplies scattered all over.I walked around the woods until I found the remains of my pack and realized I had put a half eaten bag of Doritos inside. That will be the last time I forget about unsecured food in the wilderness.

    • xate says:

      Riding on the trams in Hamburg, Germany can be quite a fight. On one particular day, wearing my backpack, i jumped through the tram doors just as they were closing, into a tram that was overly full. I made it in… my backpack didn’t. I was held tightly with my shoulders to the doors until the next stop, when they opened again. Surprisingly, my bag was fine, and everything was still inside.

    • PMOYS says:

      I live in Pittsburgh, and travel by bus constantly. I guess the best memory I have with my bag was when I ended up taking the bus down to Washington DC for a weekend and meeting some friends. It was the farthest I had ever traveled alone, and I was very excited. I guess a better way to describe my bag… It’s an old Montgomery Ward’s trunk that belonged to my grandmother. I love it, but its very small and outdated. I’d love to have something new that I’m not afraid of damaging for sentimental reasons, so maybe I can brave longer, farther trips.

    • Maxim says:

      I own 2 same black bags which I bought for the price of 1. I was always proud of it since it was a really good deal.
      I keep my snowboard clothes in 1 and use another for my business trips. I should say it’s useful, I always know where my snowboard clothes are.
      Past october I went to a business trip to Moscow. The night before I’ve prepared and packed all my necessary things into my travel bag. Next morning after a plane, when I’ve had checked into my Moscow’s hotel room and opened my case I became voiceless since I’ve discovered my snowboard clothes in it. I realised I took the wrong bag. My suite, shirts, all the things I’ve prepared for the trip was 700 km far from me. It was a serious shock.
      My credit card saved me that day. But it was a great lesson. Since that time I have a blue ribbon on my business trip case to know it’s the one I need for my trips. And now I think I found a solution – I need that dry red travel bag from Crumpler to be 100% sure I’m taking the right bag with me. It’s red, not black.

    • Luke says:

      Hey there Yanko Design,

      I always travel with the 2×3 antique suitcase that my uncle found at a garage sale and gave to me many years ago. It’s hard brown leather, with gouges and some paint spoltches on it. I even keep an old leather belt secured around it!! =)

      My memorable times are from always knowing right away which bag is mine and that my travel suitcase really stands out from the others. It’s so unique with it’s old age, character, and memories. That’s why I love it! =D

      Thank you,


    • Zohar says:

      A few years ago when I was on my way from NY to catch a flight to Israel I forgot my suitcase on the Subway because I was so tired. I couldn’t locate it in time and had to fly home with nothing but my backpack.
      I never saw the suitcase again as it was probably stolen a few stations down.

    • Marty says:


      I was traveling back from visiting my family for the holidays. I had this crappy carry-on that I had held onto for way too long, and I was ready to get rid of it. It was old, way too small, and worst of all, it had no wheels. I was on the prowl for a new bag. I was waiting for my plane, when suddenly…

      There it was. Black, sleek, lightweight, on sale, AND it was a wheeled duffel. SOLD. I bought it on sight. I was so excited to have a great new bag, but I immediately realized why people don’t buy a new bag at the airport; what to do with the old one? I didn’t want to just throw it away, and I couldn’t really keep it.

      I just held onto it until I got to my layover airport, at which point I decided to try and attach it to my new bag so I could figure out what to do with it when I got home. I had leaned the new bag up against some seats with the pull-handle extended, and I was trying to wrestle the old bag into the new one, when…SNAP! The pull-handle on my BRAND NEW, AWESOME BAG bent and broke…

      The moral of this story is: DON’T HOLD ONTO OLD BAGGAGE!!!

      Thanks 😀

    • Melanie says:

      At the end of my second year in college, my Chinese professor set several of us up with formal Chinese interview tests to gauge our national competency. Part of it involved a role play. My first scenario was the following: I had lost my baggage and needed to explain what the bag looked like and give the address of where I was staying so they could forward it there. The woman giving the test would play the role of the agent. I told her that scenario was too hard. (I didn’t know the word for luggage or even bag!) She gave me an easier one.
      Fast forward two months later. I’m standing in the Shanghai airport after transferring planes in Beijing and what do know, but my luggage didn’t make it through. By this time, I’d gone home and looked up colors and how to say airport-related words and I knew the address of the hotel I was staying at. I made it through that conversation after all and got my bag back the next morning!

    • John says:

      In 2009, I volunteered on the “Self Help Africa” program, where Irish people raise money, travel to Uganda and volunteer their services to help re-build shelters, teach English and so on.
      About 20 of us landed in Kampala – the capital of Uganda – and proceeded to the location where our volunteering would take place which was in Masaka, just south of Kampala.

      After a very long, VERY hot bus journey, we arrived at our destination. Irish skin is not used to the sun at all, not least 40 degrees celcius at the equator!

      I dragged my roller case along the dusty road to meet our program co-ordinator in a tent just beside the bus stop. Before I could enter the tent, at least twenty Ugandan children encircled me and my case. I thought to myself, “ah they’re not used to visitors!” and bent down to say hello to them. However, it seemed it wasn’t me they were interested in, but my roller bag! It turned out they had never seen anything like it. At the same time, a Ugandan mother and her child (couldn’t have been more than 8 years old) came to see what all the fuss was about; they both had a water fountain barrel filled to the brim with water balancing on their heads – the child seemed very, very tired (I learned later that they undertake this journey twice a day – they have to walk something like 6 MILES). They also seemed very interested in the bag…So, I smiled at the girl, took the big water barrel from her and popped it on the ground. I emptied all of my clothes from my bag and dumped them on the dust, and replaced the space in the bag with the big barrel of water. I zipped up the bag and placed the handle of the bag into the child’s hands. Her face lit up and she began to race around with the bag, now much less encumbered than she was before. The mother smiled from ear to ear, and I told a translator to tell the mother to keep the bag.

      It’s fantastic to see how much something can mean to someone, when people like you or me take something like a roller bag for granted…

      P.S. – Luckily another volunteer had a spare rucksack so I wasn’t left with a pile of clothes on the road! 😀

    • Silje says:

      After the airport train changed it’s destination and airport staff intrigues. Leaving my travel bag was the only way for me to make it to New York.

      My journey to New york this year started off a bit handicapped. Me and the rest of the people leaving from Amsterdam Central Station to the Airport boarded the high speed train to the airport. The train slowly left the platform and hardly ever went up in speed. A normal trip to the airport takes about 15 minutes and after 15 minutes we had not even passes the first stop on the way. Panic started to spread around in the train and after a couple of minutes we found out that they had changed the destination for the train, heading to a small town 20 minutes from the airport. Arriving the first stop after 50 minutes we all ran to the next train heading to the airport. When this train finally arrives my counter for delivering luggage closes.

      I arrive the airport the minute my gate is closing and the lady at the counter calls the gate and tells them im on my way. i ran as fast as i could and reaches it in time. the security checks my luggage and im good to go inside the plane when an old lady working at the airport points out that my luggage is to big to bing inside the plane. a helpful young girl also working there says she can bring it under the plane for me since she already had a suitcase that needed to be brought down. I thank her a 100 times and goes towards the gate when the older lady changes her mind and tells me that she will not accept that my luggage gonna be put under the plane.

      I realize there is no hope for my luggage and i open my hand luggage and fills it with all my things from the suitcase. i left the suitcase empty and ran on the plane seeing the younger girl working there giving the older one a evil look. With this small action she made my day after the train and the older lady almost managed to ruin it.

      I was happy to make it on the plane, leaving the city and joining my friends in new york, but im still don’t have a new travel bag!

    • Hi there!

      A few years ago I went for a long trip in south America’s countries. Before the trip, I made a lot of sopping for appropriate equipment. The most difficult item to buy, was the backpack. Everybody told me that I have to pick it very carefully because the comfortability is very important. After a few weeks of measuring different brands I made a pick and bought a deuter backpack.
      A couple of weeks after I got to Peru, I had an accident and had both of my shoulders dislocated :(
      I didn’t want to stop the trip and decided to keep on traveling.
      Today, all of my friends that traveled with me and had to carry my bag during my injury, agree that a backpack is the most important item you buy before you go on a trip.


    • sgs says:

      I flew from NY to London to meet my husband on his way back home from an overseas job. I spotted him in the airport crowd from the top of the escalator and as I began my descent, my bag popped open and all of my things spilled out on the steps and collected in a crush at the bottom. Glad he was there to help me collect it. :)

    • Michele says:

      Because I’m worth it.

    • Jenny says:

      I was at an airport and some kid’s bag was in the middle of the walkway. I tripped over it, but luckily, my bag, which i was holding, broke my fall, preventing my face from hitting the ground :)

    • Brian says:

      I transported every possible Hawaiian food, including lychee from my uncle’s tree, in one full suitcase back from Hawaii to enjoy for the 6 months after visiting.

    • Daniel Chowder says:

      Last year, I studied abroad in Europe (Spain) from the United States.

      I had to fly a budget airline from Amsterdam to Barcelona, which was overbooked. I didn’t know this at the time, but they only had a few seats left on the flight. When they announced this over the speaker, I was one of the only people ready to get onboard, because since my bag was light and easy to manage.

      I ran with it to my gate and since it was also collapsible (not overly hard-bodied) it fit into the overhead bag compartment, and because of this, I could get onboard, with only three seats left. I was able to make it back to my host college that weekend without missing any school because of my bag.

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