I have a note on a draft blog entry that says “Postcards”. I’m guessing that I meant to make mention of our trip to the post office, where no-one spoke anything remotely like any of the languages either of us spoke. We did very well and both managed to buy some stamps in differing denominations. I had a lot for Australia, which I used for the US as well, as well as a bunch for the UK which I used for all of Europe. One important mission was to send a card to Denmark – we figured this was the updated version of the 1973 phrasebook’s “I want to send a telegram to Denmark” – and of course we had to do at least one of the odd things advocated by the phrase book. We were sure that the stamps to England would do.
What intrigued me most about the Post Office was not that people appeared to be collecting pensions there (OK that was interesting), but that they apparently sold Lottery Tickets too.
“I’ll have a telegram to Denmark, 15 postcards to Australia, and a System 8 for Tuesday night”