The familiar cold air of England slaps me in the face as I descend the steps of the aeroplane at Heathrow airport. I pull my coat tighter and smile to myself; it feels good to be home.

Baggage claim is the usual waiting game and as I lean on my trolley blankly watching the different holdalls and deluxe cases glide past, I notice one bag covered in Cling Film. I narrow my eyes as I watch it bumping its way around the conveyor belt. I spend a minute wondering why someone would want to do that assuming it wa...