The first day of my school holiday, and so a nice lie in or breakfast in bed?
Neither.
We had a very bad night’s sleep with dogs going mad for several hours and so woke before seven in such a grump that we both got up.
The morning didn’t get much better.
Luckily time went by quite quickly without much incident, and we were soon heading home, via the post office.
We have a package. It looks like Armorel’s birthday present from her parents has arrived, but we can’t quite get it yet.
First we take the notification slip from our box to the post office.
We then are sent across town to the Tanzanian Revenue.
Here we explain we have a package that we would like to open.
We then drive a customs officer back to the post office.
The customs officer and Armorel open the package together and look at the contents. (Luckily he was in a good mood, and as you can see from the pictures, he didn’t make us open everything.)
When he was satisfied we weren’t smuggling anything in, we received our bill and import tax duty.
50p.
We then, with our package, drove the customs officer back to his office, said our thanks and headed home.
A interesting interlude, and for a bill of only 50p I think we won’t complain.
As you can see, it was well worth it, an emergency box.
And the day has continued to get better, a phone call from my brother and sister-in-law, and occasional sentences from our niece Eva, and then a phone call from Arm’s parents and Gran.
Thank you all so much. They mean so much, and on a day like today it is so appreciated.
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