Indian Samurai इंडियन सामुराई

Next step: reshaping the carton in which the hugger will be sent! Fortunately I love cartons, tapes and scissors...

 

Then the Post Office... As much I did not know what mission it would be to find a matflap in India, I knew what mission couriering it would be!

Saturday morning. I put my alarm clock at 11:20. When it rings, my whole body, exhausted by a week of traveling and tensions begs me not to react but this is the only free day I have before my holidays... And from what I remember the Post Office closes at 12 so there is no time to laze around in bed!

 

At 11:35 I am at the Post Office:

 

I took the picture later but here are about twenty people waiting in line. I skip the line because I know there are good chances they won’t take my parcel and I’d rather find out fast!

And good I did. No parcel in this Post Office… The clerk tells me the address of another Post Office.

 

I sit in a rickshaw. I am running out of time now. He doesn’t know the address so I step out – I don’t have time to spend looking for the place. Same thing with the second rickshaw. The third one knows!

 

I arrive at a Post Office hidden in a building, funny.

Less funny, it closes at 11:00.

I knew it... It was gonna be a pain in this ass to courier that piece of shit...

Except that...

 

(To be continued)