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Boxes, Boxes Who's Got the Boxes?


I mailed two boxes from US the day I left for UB (OK, my suitcases were way over)--due to the fact that even if one can get certain goods in Mongolia, this does not mean the goods are worth having. Ex: exploding lightbulbs, towels that totally unravel in the first wash, bogus Mary Kay products, etc. Then there are the things you just cannot get: many spices, wax paper, shampoo in English (hmm...for dry hair or oily in Russion?) etc. Now, back to the boxes.

Since I mailed them airmail (only option now available from US) and things often arrive in less than 2 weeks, I started to be concerned since it was now a month out. Randy arrived home last night with both boxes. One arrived yesterday and one the 16th. I am about to question Randy on why the one came on the 16th and we were not notified, but he gives me "The Look;" i.e., y'all ain't from around here are ya? look. (Of course I had no way of knowing what had just transpired in the underground parking garage when he arrived home--another story, another time.)

Fast forward: the one box had been in the post office in UB since the 16th because they did not know to whom it belonged. As you can see in the photo, Customs opened that box upside down. The mailing label was on the bottom side and no one thought to flip the box over. Yep. Stupid me. From now on, put a label on both sides of the box. Or maybe all four.

I do not have an answer as to why the one box made it in 2 weeks and the other one month. It just wears you out, you know?

I do not make this stuff up.

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