Postal Experience

I just recently received 2 boxes from my parents at the post office by the airport in Tegus. I didn't know what they were going to be sending me, so receiving the boxes and opening them to see what was inside was equivalent to Christmas morning. (By the way, I want to thank you (Mom and Dad) again for being so generous and shipping my stuff down here for me. You have no idea how nice it is to have all of the stuff you sent!)

Basically, here is how the post office works:

You walk in a sit on a bench along the wall, waiting for your turn to be helped. Then you walk up to the counter and flip through a notebook where they hand write every package that comes through the post office and find your name. Packages are piled everywhere, stacked on top of each other in what seems to be mass chaos (I'm sure they have some sort of system, but to the untrained eye, there seems to be no rhyme or reason). After providing identification, the postal worker will go in search of your package. Once they locate it, you must sign the notebook and pay to receive the package. This whole entire process can take quite a while, between flipping through pages of names to searching through hundreds of boxes for the correct package.

This is yet another Honduran experience to add to my long list of things I find humorous or amusing about this country. Oh and by the way, receiving mail and packages from the U.S. can take up to 2 months, so by the time something is received here, the sender usually completely forgets what they had sent! :)