May 02 2007
The Big Purple Backpack Flies Business Class
[Wednesday April 25, 2007]
In case you missed me the first time, I’m the Big Purple Backpack. Ms. Q took me out of retirement on her first trip to Cape Town and now I’m baaaacck!
You just can’t keep a good backpack in the back of the closet – you’ll keep on taking us out for more fun and excitement!
Here I am just hangin’ at the Admiral Club women’s room at Chicago O’Hare Airport.

Very nice digs. Check out the marble.

Ms. Q ran out of time and couldn’t shoot the toilet but trust me they were nice.
Here I am in business class. Aaaah, cozy.

Here’s Ms. Q. I had to give up my seat for her. Such is my lot in life.

The glass next to her is not her drink. It’s a glass of champagne that belongs to the British bloke next to her. He was nice enough to take her photo.
You know she had a glass of red wine with dinner.
If she hadn’t, I would’ve wondered who’d hijacked me.
Ooops, not the word to use on a plane…
Thank you. big purple backpack. for sharing this story.
Ricardo: Glad to be of service. I thought that people might like to hear about travels from a different perspective. I don’t normally get to sit with a pillow. I was shoved under a seat for most of the flight. That’s OK. It’s what I’m made for.
Sometimes I share stories with the other carryon. Tumi backpacks are an odd bunch. They are either totally down to earth, rugged and practical or stuck up weenies. I like the Eagle Creek bunch.
LOL!