Loved your story, Roy, about the ashes. But what if the postal officer was "Javanese"? I guess you were lucky then. BTW, what
did you do with the ashes? There was a rumour years ago that Keith Richards, (of The Rolling Stones), smoked his father's ashes.
Back to
Pos Indonesia. I estimate that my personal success rate with sending/receiving mail or small packages is around 98-99% these days. Ironically, things that have gone missing in the last year or so were things I really wanted, but intrinsically of no monetary value. For example, a personal CD from Australia containing photos of a friend's new house. And somebody knocked off a copy of Bob Dylan's
Modern Times album.
I believe that my local Balinese postman is beyond reproach. Anything missing happened further up the mail-chain. I think that the further one is from the main Denpasar PO, the more chance of things getting either "lost" or "delayed", sometimes for months. That's
not to say that the main PO is devoid of a few shady characters. Just that the chances are slightly less. A "perfect postal system" doesn't exist anywhere, IMHO.
One other thing, which is neither here nor there, but "fascinating", nevertheless.
Yesterday, I tried to track down the postal code for Batubulan.
Pos Indonesia's website couldn't find it. Rummaging through current telephone books was no help, either. In fact, I couldn't even find a listing of Balinese POs. I presume that there
is a list somewhere. I'd love to hear where it is.

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