Post’d: Thanks to Hospital in Thailand, from cafe India

3 Letters to Thailand (1 postcard to Mexico) from a Post Office in Kerala, India – Remembrance Day 2016
 
Excerpt from diary/letter:
 

This often includes my favourite thing to do when wandering at home or abroad — find a quiet well lit café, choose the “mafia table” meaning the back corner with my back to the wall, and fill up the table with stationary, pens, scrapbooks, and dig into some arts and crafts and letter writing. In this case, specifically letters to the hospital in Thailand which was so wonderfully kind to me…. Which is what started this missive in the first place as I’ve now shared with you the results of all my tests I did including 20 some odd blood tests (virus, inflammation, methylation), EEG, MRI on my arthritic hips and antibody before immunizations required (or suggested anyway) before travelling to this land.

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I pay my rupees, call a taxi, stop at the post office… I’m mildly obsessed with post offices and visit them in every country along with riding trains/ferries/buses when possible… and shutting down a bar. I haven’t been drinking at all in India aside from one obligatory Kingfisher, and even in my secret hideaway in Thailand, I only went to the delicious craft beer bar once despite it being run by adorable ladies who I could spend all night watching. Such a good boy I am!

The post office in this case was a sweaty small room with various ladies sitting at jumbled desks and when I asked for stamps to send three letters to Thailand, it was as though the first time this had been requested. The stamps  it seems would come in denominations other than five rupee but evidently not.

The number of stamps covered up a good third of the envelope  by the time i was done (photo in process) and I was hesitant to lick them after seeing the hands that it handed them to me. No disrespect to them but until I understand by gut biology better, I’m avoiding unnecessary risk.

On a battered wooden bench there was a pot of paste like from a school for bad children circa 1972, the brush was broken and the glue stains but I slathered it on and handed these letters over. My delivery success rate on the missives I send seems to hit about 40% so I’ve taken the habit of photographing the letters and the envelopes before sending them.

Of course, I send various treatises electronically as well and while I know they been delivered, the usual responses in the form of a thumbs up or happy face or :-( emoji. This makes me #Unsatisfied.

Remember the part of me being born in the wrong decade? This is a prime example.

Whatcha think?