Trip to the Post Office

The most interesting part of our day today was our trip to the Post Office. There is only one in Pushkar and it's a bit hard to find, we took different narrow streets asking shopkeepers along the way. We walked all through Pushkar trying to locate it only to find out it's just down the street from our hotel, just beyond a yellow house with a blue door and a cow out front.

We enquired about the costs for mailing packages to the US and the manager said, "Oh, sure, we can send it to China" and just laughed. He invited us around to the back of the glass windows, where the post masters desks were, offered us a cigarrette and chatted with us awhile. Come to find out he is the head postmaster and he just pokes fun at the people working there. Once we found out the costs of the shipping, we left for our hotel to gather things to be shipped. Before stepping out, he started showing us how much money he stores in his desk drawers and started pulling out huge stacks of bills and laughing more.

When we returned he invited us to the back so they could package everything. They don't use boxes, they sew everything up in burlap. While one of the guys was sewing our packages, the postmaster brought us chai and biscuits and we chatted a bit more. He showed us a picture on the wall of the London Bridge, told us it was China and just laughed and laughed. We left our packages and said goodbye, he offered us a gift on the way out (a small indian jewelry box) and told us if we ever come back to Pushkar we are most welcome.

I don't think we've ever had such a fun trip to the post office as this.