All the post cards I bought during my long wait. Yesterday, I was working in the Peace Corps Office resource room when a friend asked if I could help her run an errand. Another Peace Corps volunteer who is serving on Ambae had a package at the post office, and it couldn't be delivered to her on her island until the customs fees were paid. I didn't know much about how to do this, but I was free- and so I walked to the post office downtown, stopping into stores to browse as I did. When I got to the post office, I went to the desk labeled "customs" and explained the situation - but they were confused about why I had come and not the volunteer in question, and why I didn't have an invoice for the amount I was supposed to pay. They suggested that I try another desk, labeled "items to collect" or something like that. Before I headed over there, I got into a conversation with a couple of men sitting on bench. In Vanuatu "storying", or c
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