Finding the Post Office

My traveling partner Charlotte devours murder mysteries. She had “eaten” two of them by the time we arrived in Auckland (after 25+ hours en route). Being a happy recycler she decided to mail her books to a friend back in the States. So we went looking for the post office.

You know how this goes. We had the dot on our phone.. After walking over and around the dot for about 20 minutes (we were looking for a Post Office with a capital P- maybe with pillars or a parking lot) we decided to ask directions at a convenience store.

You guessed it. We had arrived. It was operated by a young man from Bangalore and his “uncle” with an infectious smile.

It turned out to be a delightful outing.Læs mere