I went to go pick up a package today- what an adventure- the post office is CRAZY!!! Before, Iived quite a ways out of the city so the packages would go through customs and then come to me- all I had to do was pick them up. But now that my address is in town- I get to go do the customs thing myself. First you have to determine which post office it is in town- the BIG one or the big BIG one (packges wouldn't be at the little neighborhood ones). Once that's determined you catch a mat to there (in this case the big BIG one- not the big one that doubles as a matatu stop). You go in to the big ground floor room but that's not the right place- ask around a little and find out that air mail packages are on Mezzanine 3 (not to be confused with the 3rd floor- whole different place). There is a hallway on M3 and it opens into a huge room with tons of packages. And several lines with no clear starting point. I ask one mama- she says go down there -->. So I do. Not far enough apparently. I get to the first mama (mama #1), she checks my pick up slip and ID and has another mama (mama #2) find the package. She hands it to me and tells me to open it up (with this massive knife just sitting on the counter) for the customs check. So I do that and I slide down to the Bwana (Bwana #1) who checks it (and wants to know what the heck taco seasoning and Lowry's seasoning are- long conversation about that). He writes on my slip and says seal up the box and hand it back to mama #1 (but he really didn't specify which mama- part of my confusion) and go see the Boss. Where is the Boss- up the stairs, down the hall, office on the left side- 2nd office in). You wait to see him, chat a bit, talk about what’s in the box and he determines what (if any) customs duty you pay. He stamps the slip and sends you back- to where is still unknown. I get in one line (with mama #3- that would make sense right?) Nope. wrong line. I have to go back to Bwana #1, he reviews the slip and stamps acquired thus far and send me to the window on the other side of the room and the mama there (mama W). She finds my other slip (the carbon of the one I have in my hand and gives it to me) and I'm sent to mama #3 to pay the customs duty (and handling fee- no customs on this package- nice!) Now I'm sent back to get my package at mama #1(but not in her typical spot- she moved). Then I go to mama #4 who writes down my ID numbers (and wants to know what chili seasoning is and if its different then the chilis here- I try to explain mexican food- didn't work so well). and she sends me to Bwana #2 who writes down the exact same info as mama #4 and I'm finally free to go and find a matatu to get home. Too funny!
But I love getting packages (despite the hilarity of picking them up!)







