
Val d’Aran by UTMB: Where are my pants?
“Your bag might arrive on the 11pm flight”, she offered, trying to sound reassuring. The fatigued airport employee had been dealing with complaints like this all day, and probably deserved a medal for her enduring professionalism in the face of adversity. To us, though, it all stank of unfounded optimism, if not plain whitewashing.
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