In Socialist Viet Nam, post office mails you!

So we have purchased some stuff to take home. Tshirts, small wall textiles, and some clothes we had made in Hoi An.

It was approx 7.5 kilos in weight.

So we had a dialog with the nice folks at the front desk of our hotel:

Is the post office open today? (it is saturday)

Yes until 9pm.

Is it far from here.

Oh no, only about 2 minutes by scooter.

Oh. We are walking, can you give us directions.

Oh no! You wait here. we call them, they come here.

That had to be repeated before I grokked in fullness.

They called the post office and we went upstairs to gather up the booty to be shipped home.

About 10 minutes later, two women pulled up on a scooter. They had boxes, bubble wrap, tape, a post office scale, forms and bar code stickers.

They gave us the forms to fill out to itemize the shipment and shipping labels.

She wrapped it all up and cut a box to size, taped it all up.

Pulled out a full size desktop scale, and weighed.

We paid them, they put barcode stickers on all copies of the forms (carbon paper!) and on the box and our receipt.

And they bundled everything up and rode off on their scooter, our box under an arm.

Elapsed time from the time the desk called to the time they pulled away: 30 minutes.

Gotta love it.