In Mayotte, people don't fret about big travel bags, careful packaging, luggage straps and padlocks. They don't worry about their big black case being indistinguishable from everybody else's big black cases on the luggage carousel. They don't bother repackaging their stuff so that it all fits nicely together. Quite the contrary. The ideal luggage here is ready to be transported, solid and re-usable upon arrival.
The most common luggage receptacle is a cooler. Either green or blue, and invariably fastened with lashings of masking tape. Sometimes with an added flourish: a swathe of sticky tape bearing the name of the airline company.
But there were others. Upon arriving in Dzaoudzi on Saturday in the early afternoon, I saw...
_Supermarket shopping bags full of anything and everything, closed by a single strip of duct tape.
_Dinner plates, in their original box with photographs of the plates on it, exactly the same as it was when it was bought. On the luggage carousel, therefore having been in the hold and having changed planes three times since departure, and probably having been chucked about a bit.
_An enormously thick duvet in its protective plastic. Just the thing for your average tropical island.
_A cooler that had opened and was spilling cassava all over the carousel. (Actually, that was the time before, but it's worth a mention... and nobody claimed it, not wanting to admit it was theirs!)
They are naturally sold in their hundreds at the local supermarket.