24.05.2016 14 °C
So the package with my tailor-made clothes from Vietnam has arrived - and I felt I should share this event with one last blog entry
It got stuck in customs, probably because I addressed it to my work place since I am never home when packages are delivered during the day. And I had to go on a 2.5 hour odyssee to get it today, in the pouring rain. It was supposed to be a 45 minute journey per way, half an hour by tram and then another 15 mins on foot. Only getting to the customs office actually took me well over an hour. On the way there was a railroad crossing and the gate was down, of course. So I waited, a train passed, the gate stayed down. Another train, still down. And another. And another. I stood there under my umbrella for at least 20 minutes with 6 (!) trains passing by - unbelievable! I felt like on candid camera, let's see how long people will wait around...
Once I reached the customs office they had a weird system of having to knock on the door and then when they are ready for you a red light above the door will be switched to green and you may enter. So the customs lady got my package from the back and started asking who sent it and what's in there - and I answered truthfully. Tailor-made clothes that I sent home because I couldn't fit them in my backpack. Do I have an invoice? Of course! And yep, you probably guessed it, that resulted in me having to pay VAT and import taxes... stupid law-abiding German that I am. I should have just said it's clothes I no longer needed while travelling and no, there's no invoice - after all the sender and recipient were the same, me! But that only dawned on me once I made it all the way back to the office... So basically it's hereby confirmed, I am an idiot!
I now would like to say that it doesn't matter, I am glad I have my clothes and I love them. However, on top of my idiocy it turns out I gained a little weight since returning 2 months ago and the dresses and the pair of pants are just a little too tight... Figures, doesn't it?!