Maddie and I were back on the road around 11:45 to continue toward the airport. It was mostly enjoyable drive with pretty views with the exception of a few stressful moments of missed turns and pumping myself up before roundabouts with an “I can do this.”

Everything was going okayish until some stupid tractor that was not Jeremy pulled out doing a max speed of 28. I was thinking he was going to just drive to his next plot of land but he literally drove for miles and through the town.

Maddie did a phenomenal job of helping to navigate as well as confirm I could indeed do it until the last 20 mins or so when she fell asleep.

My goal was to find a DHL shop to mail back our Taylor Swift hoodies, Diddly Squat goods and whatever else we were tired of carrying after two days.

I was nervous that since we were so close to the airport, where I had mapped us was just an airport location with no counter service. Maddie convinced me to pull in and sure enough she was correct. We walked in to a mostly empty store with two gentlemen (customers) sitting on a couch. We saw no workers and stood awkwardly for a few moments before one of the men said asked if we were picking up a package. I said we are trying to mail something out. He said, “they should be able to help you. He’s a lovely chap but we have been waiting 20 mins to mail those on the counter.”

I was nervous but definitely didn’t want to haul that stuff with us (which really wasn’t even an option due to space issues) so we waited just a minute or two.

A worker appeared and asked the men if they had a screwdriver in the car. I was so confused and just watched it unfold. Customer “no”. Worker “the gentleman that has one has left at half past one for the day.” Customer “i will come back tomorrow.”

He picked up some boxes that I’m guessing needed to be opened with a screwdriver for them to inspect what was inside.

Our turn. We want to see about shipping some things to the States (as we stand with random bags shoved full with random shit.) He said no problem. What size box do you think you need?

Maddie guessed between a size 4 or maybe 5. That kind soul squished and flattered our stuff in the smaller box to save us money on shipping. He was indeed a very kind chap and I didn’t even need a screwdriver to get the job done.