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07/22/2013

The traveling hugger (end)

Lesson(s) of the story:

 

1. I can now recognize a KTM motorcycle in the street:

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2. Everybody can not be eBay. 

 

3. If you have any such request please forget me!

 

The full story here: PDF

07/20/2013

The traveling hugger... (Part 7)

Except that the Speed Post is open til 2 PM!

And they even agree to send the hugger. And I wasn’t so sure about that…!

 

They weigh it (2.2 kg) and give me the price (2,200 Rs, about 30 euros and ten times the price of the hugger, and 50% more than the normal courier). In addition it has a tracking number. I don’t hesitate too long...

 

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I sit there to finish packing and then I hear THE dreaded word. The one word I didn’t want to hear: “kapra”. Kapra is synonymous with big problems even though in fact it just means fabric.

When you send a parcel by post in India, God knows why, you have to wrap it in white cloth. In some Post Offices there is guy whose job is to stitch the fabric but in all cases you have to buy the fabric and in this area I had no idea where to find it...

 

So, I start to beg, please no kapra!

The lady at the counter insists – women will not have been my allies in this story...

But I hear a guy in the back saying in Hindi that the white cloth is not mandatory with Speed Post. I give him my most beautiful smile!!

 

One hour to send my parcel: a record!

07/18/2013

The traveling hugger... (Part 6)

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

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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:

 

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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)