How you deal with a trip to Kampala Road Post Office is a good indicator of how you’re getting to grips with life in Uganda.
Off to the Post Office in the morning to see whether I have any birthday cards (29th September). I have absolutely no illusions about getting any cards or letters (even though I know some have been posted!) Any I do receive will be a bonus with bloody bells on. Here’s how my trips to the post office go:
Kampala Road Post Office WEEK 1: slight disappointment
“Where’s the letter I’m expecting? Oh well, post must take a while to get to Uganda from the UK …”
Kampala Road Post Office WEEK 2: resigned disappointment
“VSO have told me to learn to be patient, so I must be. At least I have some post to look forward to when I come next week.”
Kampala Road Post Office WEEK 3: real disappointment
“What?! I don’t believe it. It’s taken me nearly an hour to get here and still nothing in the postbox.”
Kampala Road Post Office WEEK 4: real disappointment
“For God’s sake, this is starting to annoy me! Dad’s going to be so disappointed I haven’t received his letters.”
Kampala Road Post Office WEEK 5: frustration
“Bollocks. I forgot the post box key.”
Kampala Road Post Office WEEK 6: excitement
“I just know there’s definitely something in there for me!”
Kampala Road Post Office WEEK 7: anticipation .. followed by confusion .. followed by disappointment
“But …? Damn I should have known … oh well, it’ll turn up eventually.”
Well I gave up checking the post box months ago but some tips are:
– Write URGENT: EDUCATIONAL MATERIALS on the package
– Write “with God’s speed” or similar (apparently this works!)
– Ask me when I next have someone coming over from the UK (nowhere near as much fun but success guaranteed!)
– The best mail address for me is c/o VSO (VSO staff apparently check the post box every day and I can walk up the hill to collect it rather than go into the – only – post office in town).
– OK just send me an email then!
Birthdays often engender a bit of navel-gazing.
At age 42 I find myself asking:
– Would I have been happier living in a mud hut in the forest with no electricity and no running water?
– Do I really want to play netball ever again? A friend talked me into joining a team at a local community centre. (I was crap first time around).
See you soon for the answers to some of those questions.