And none will hear the postman’s knock
Without a quickening of the heart.
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?
I am a postcards addict. Wherever I travel, I will make sure to find post office, or post box, post people who is responsible to collect your mail for delivery (in countries where they barely have decent post office) or a postman himself; to send my postcards. Sometimes, I found big post offices with nearly everything sold inside, and there were times when I barely found any postbox to post my postcards. My favorite post office so far is in Dubrovnik Old Town. Look at the pictures and you will know why!
I found this beautiful post office between the alleys in Dubrovnik Old Town. Somehow, the balcony reminded me of Romeo and Juliet scene in Verona
People really appreciate post office in Budapest. I always found it full to the brim with people no matter at what hours I went.
The most surprising postboxes was the one I encountered in the small island of Don Sao, Laos. It was a bright yellow wooden box and the postcards were stamped in front of me by one of the shopkeeper before I put the postcards in the postbox. Weird, huh. Having seen that, I have no high hope for my cards to reach its destinations. Surprisingly, all 4 of them did! The farthest was to Zagreb, Croatia. It arrived, safe and sound 😉 Well, that tells me never underestimate the power of post system. You will never know, until the mail reach you!
I will keep on posting postcards, and keep on finding those unique post offices or postboxes. Wherever I go.