Today I managed to find a post office in Kuwait AND I took a bus to it AND I even got a bus map.
I was spurred on by Sven teasing me that the post office had become my grail.
I sent a postcard to Don Hudson.
Small wonder anyone can find this place. It's not exactly well-marked. I never would have found it without asking people.
1 comment:
Oh no that's not the post office it's the old school where all those teenagers were murdered fifty years ago. Hey, who's that mysterious figure with the axe? Oh no! Run!
I changed the ending to your post office story to make it more exciting for today's youth market.
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