After a few frustrating days without my luggage (and beef jerky), inspiration hits. I need a local to bird-dog this luggage situation and light a fire under those cub scouts at the airport. When I get back to the hotel at around 1:30 AM I ask the girl at the front desk if anyone here can help me chase down my lost luggage. "I can't even make a phone call here for crying out loud", I say. She introduces me to Sai. I have no idea what Sai's title or job description is, but this guy scares me a little. He's not a big man, but I quickly get the impression that he's got a quick mind and quick hands. I'd say Sai is in his late 30s, 5'9" and 160lbs or so. He has an aura about him that makes me think he has spent that last 20 years in the special forces. This guy is dead serious about solving problems.
Sai escorts me to my room and takes detailed notes on my bags, airline, date of arrival, etc. He seems pleased, but not at all amused that I have pictures of my luggage on my iPhone. He adds a few more things to his notes and then demands that I give him the canary copy of my baggage claim form. I hesitated for a second, since this is my only copy, but I don't want any trouble with this guy so I hand it over.
Twenty-nine hours later, at 6:30 AM on Thursday, March 17th, Sai knocks on my door with both my bags. I thank him, hand him 500Rs, and pray that this is not insulting. For the first time he smiles, nodes and curtly says, "Thank you, sir" before walking away. I don't want to know what this guy did to get my bags.
I look for Sai as I come and go from the hotel, but have not seem him since. I'm sure he is busy "solving problems."
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