Friday, February 6

I spent the morning at the general post office again, with 2 more muddas. I arrived first and formed a queue of one. When the man who packs parcels arrived a few minutes later he could not find any medium or large boxes. Eventually he located one big box in a back room somewhere and created one custom-sized parcel for the two muddas.

The man I had to pay called two other people over to assist him navigating whatever program he used, and by the time I left the building two hours had passed.

On the way home from the post office, weaving in and out of the roadworks on the national highway, I take photographs of the scenes we pass.