With a smart little trolley which follows me everywhere or a timeless Louis Vuitton travel hold-all dangling nonchalantly from my shoulder. Me sparkling with elegance and class, a cosmopolitan not a tourist.
My suitcase is a 6 year old Samsonite with a big rip on top. Bashed and battered and never carrying anything under 20kilos. And I struggle and fight and sweat dragging all my belongings through endless airport corridors listening to the rhythmic flip and flop of my cheap and security-friendly shoes...