Today we went to the mall and, while the womanfolk went off to the hair salon to get their hair styled, my father and I renewed the quest to get boxes. Yesterday, we had gone to the mall, and, after looking all over the place, we couldn’t find any boxes of a big enough size. My father had, overnight it seems, decided to get two or three smaller boxes like the kind that they sold in the post office. We went there and were almost the first customers. Sadly, though, they were out of the largest boxes, the one we wanted, but told us that in CAN, we could find boxes that they had used for shipping.

At CAN, we went in, and, just like the clerk at the post office told us, there were boxes that had been delivered to CNA that we could use. What was even better was that those boxes were very durable and thick. After a round of mochas, we came back to our apartment and packed up two of the three of those boxes, using the third box as the one that we got in the post from the US. At the post office in Sea Point, not in the V&A, we wrote down all the details on a slip of paper and sent the packages off to the US.

That’s all for now, Folks!