Holiday nearly over and a few books lighter at last. Fedex were most helpful and it is amazing to watch. The man behind the counter re-packed the box because David's spatial judgement is poor and at least all four packages fitted into the 25 kilo box which ended up weighing 31 kilos. That was a feat to actually get Fedex to ship 31 kg in a 25 kg box but then maybe they realise that it would not be possible for a duvet supplier to send 25 kgs of feathers in their 25kg box!!!
The postal system here is good providing you do not mind sending uninsured parcels as they have just recently stopped insuring parcels etc. Does that tell you something or is it too time consuming for the Post Office to fill in the forms in triplicate three times over and then do the normal paper work involved in triplicate too. Well it would be if you went to the main post office at lunch time. Boy, do the Goans have a happy nack of showing their displeasure at two tourists quizzing a teller about something she knows nothing about. Especially so when it is lunch time as mentioned. They stood about 100 people behind us all tutting in a most odd manner which signifies their disapproval, anger, frustratiion etc. at us holding up their break time. Who can blame them but then maybe they should get the teller girls up to scratch so the post can go on in the usual clockwork manner.
Anyway, everything is sorted thanks to the helpful man at Fedex who is multi-talented. As well as having good spatial judgement he was a dab hand at the internet and computer. What a gem and I wonder if he is a good cook too. No, maybe that is asking too much.
There is much to say and much to remain secret but then that adds to the spice which, incidentally, is sold dirt cheap on the open market here. By that I mean it is on open tubs at the side of the dusty main road where everyone under the sun strolls by dropping heaven know what onto it.
As for the other sellers well they can be thought about and noted later but it has to be said that they are a cause for broken limbs. They stop you as you walk by and if you do not physically stop but just glance at them then invariably you end up with a ricked ankle or busted knee due to stepping into a pothole or onto a boulder. Ah, never moan about the state of the roads because these are like cart tracks, especially after they dug up the roads to install underground telephone cables. Trouble is they never fill anything in properly but just wait for the sand and dust then rain to fill the holes for them. Plenty of the latter two but the former is due in June so the whole lot will only become concrete for next season, October 08 to April 09. Maybe we will see the finished job and if the spice seller still has his wares in May then perhaps the whole hole will be well and truely spiced up too.
Enough of the frivolities because lunch calls and a nice glass of vino tinto but that is another story.
