I got a postcard yesterday. From me. Yup, you read it right. I sent a postcard to myself!
It's a pretty normal thing to do when travelling actually. Photos and videos are great, but nothing compares to the excitement of seeing a piece of paper that you wrote in a foreign land arriving safely in your mailbox at home. To hold the postcard in your hand and admire the postage mark, to wonder how it had traveled thousands of miles to get to you, to read what you had written and reminisce how you felt back then... simply wonderful!
I was in Cape Town alright!
I picked a postcard with a view of V&A Waterfront, my favorite hangout in the city.
Look at the date. I wrote it on 26 December 2010, a day after Christmas (Boxing Day). Gave it to the hotel staff to be mailed the next day. Arrived in my mailbox yesterday 17 January 2011, three weeks later!
If I were to reply to me, I would say:
Guess what, I finally got to go up Table Mountain the day after I wrote the postcard! I was quite a wait, bit it was definitely worth it!
By the way, after returning to the hotel that night, Fiza realized that we could actually get 10% discount at Ocean Blue restaurant if we showed our hop-on hop-off bus ticket. Too bad we didn’t notice it when we were at the restaurant. Anyway, it didn’t matter. The most important point was that we got to the top of Table Mountain. Yeay!
Thanks to the front desk staff for helping to mail the postcard. And thanks to the world mail system for making sure that it arrived safely!
P.S.: Still waiting for my postcard from Buenos Aires to arrive. Since the distance from there to Kuala Lumpur is double than Cape Town, it may take double the time to reach me!