I arrived to the airport at the very last minute. I rushed towards the check-in line and i thanked God for having a luggage small enough to take it on the plane with me. The overall journey included 3 changes in 3 different countries. If that wasn't stressful enough, while i was standing in a line to check in I found myself looking for a passport. One bloody document i should look after above everything else. In one of my pockets I found 5 pound note that I forgot about and some receipts from Wagamama from the previous day as well as some chewing gums that i wouldn't trust eating as they probably got washed several times. I checked my backpack inside and out and i started to feel dizzy. It wasn't there. I lost it.
I was nearly crying from the anger I felt within me. I stepped out of the line and realised that i placed my passport into the pocket of my jacket. It is a secret type of a pocket that even i forget about. Good job for the designer.
I checked in, showed my ticket and boarded the plane to take me to my first stop Toronto/Canada.