My trip to the Post Office...

Sorry I posted twice but my roommate deserves a little space on the blog. My wonderful mother sent me two large boxes of necessities (you know... mac and cheese, peanut butter, chips ahoy...) and i had to go and pick them up at the post office. Now the postal system in ghana is a bit corrupt. So my roommate said she would take me. We get to the post office and walk up to our first counter. Basically this guy started typing in random numbers into his calculator. I think he was just making crap up actually. Now just a note, things here are very cheap. I can eat 3 meals a day for about a dollar. I taxi ride into the city costs about 3 or 4 and an hour on the internet is about 80 cents. So when i arrived at the post office, the man took one look at the USA address and the fact that i gave him an id card that said that i lived in one of the International dorms (usually only rich ghanians live there along with the int'l students) and decided to make some money. he wanted about 27 dollars per box as my "tax". He basically said we were rich and could afford it actually. As you can imagine i did not bring 54 dollars with me. So my roommate told him that i was from northern ghana and that we were both on scholarship to the university. He kept on looking at me cause i don't think he quite believed me. But hey, my roomie is cute and she basically sweet talked another lady behind the desk to be on our side as well. I just kinda grunted the entire time and she did the talking for me. My roommate got the man to go from 54 dollars to 4 dollars.... She's definately my hero. We basically had to run after that cause two of my friends (who were obviously not ghanian) showed up. We also ran cause the guy asked for my roommates number.... oh well! you gotta do what you gotta do! Miss you guys!