A visit to a Cambodian Post Office!
Having persuaded Rosemarie, at last, that we are travelling with too many clothes, we make the bold and and adventurous decision to send some clothes home and some to David in Australia, just in case we need them for Christmas?
We came prepared for this scenario with some plastic post it envelopes bought in the trusty post office in Launceston. So after much sorting we develop two separate piles, a smaller one to go to England and a larger one to go to Sydney. The clothes are duly packed and sealed in to the addressed envelopes and put into the rucksack. We had already reconnoitred the whereabouts of the post office the day before and found it with no difficulty entering a door that clearly said parcel post. Oh you the naive, we pray for you.
It transpires after a few minutes queuing that we are in the receiving office and not the posting office. With much gesticulation and shaking of heads in disbelief we are directed around the corner.
We queue again! Eventually we reach the head of the line and pass our two very nice parcels to the lady behind the counter. She weighs them and  enquiries if we want them sent quick or slow? Slow will do we say. Total cost 80 dollars, this has turned into a very expensive mistake.
Rosemarie offers to pay by credit card and we are politely informed that they only take cash. Rosemarie is directed off to an ATM some little distance away and I am left to do the paperwork .
Having completed the customs forms and told them repeatedly that these are our clothes and not gifts I am ordered to tick the gift box on the form. Meanwhile the post officials create two cardboard boxes and place our envelopes in them doing them up with copious amounts of brown sticky tape. The one parcel to Australia is a little larger than the box and needs a fair amount of persuasion to make it fit.  Eventually Rosemarie returns, we pay our money, get a certificate of posting and leave our belongings stuffed neatly into cardboard boxes.Maybe the staff at Launceston Post Office might have done this for us but somehow I doubt it!

After the post office we catch a Tuk Tuk to the central market where we spend some time perusing the stalls. The fruit and veg were very colourful but I could have lived without the fish gutting and the meat preparation.
All in all we spent about two hours in the area before catching a Tuk Tuk back to hotel. I can't get used to this idea of bartering over how much the fare will be. So we start at 3 dollars and end up at a dollar and a half. Just like the earrings Rosemarie bought at the market, start at 8 dollars and eventually purchased for two dollars and fifty cents. Who says Tesco's have got nothing to learn about modern retailing?