Posting letters home from India

Why on earth am I doing a post about Letter Boxes in India?

Well, when I look at my most searched item on my search terms, Indian post boxes comes up top!!  I have a few more photos of post boxes in India, to I thought I may as well share them so people coming here for Indian Letter Boxes get a bit more value for their clicks! 🙂

Our first experience of Letter boxes in India was when we were in Colva, in Goa.  We were looking for somewhere to buy stamps and post our handful of postcards, and we were directed to the main post office at the top of the town near the checkpoint.

It’s about a mile from the beach to the checkpoint, and we walked up and down looking for the main post office for ages, getting hotter and hotter in the afternoon sun.  Having given up and asked for directions on numerous occasions, we finally found it;

Sub Post Office, Colva, Goa

Sub Post Office, Colva, Goa

We weren’t sure if it was open, but it was.  Once we bought the stamps and had stuck them onto the postcards, we were advised to bring the postcards back into the post office to get them franked immediately before posting them, as apparently it is common for unfranked stamps to be removed from letters and ‘recycled’.

When we were staying in Kerala, there wasn’t any Post office anywhere near where we were staying in Vizhinjam, and the only letterbox was outside a souvenir shop on Lighthouse Beach.  The shop owner said we could trust the letters posted there not to be tampered with, so we gave it a go

Letter box Lighthouse Beach Vizhinjam, Kerela

Letter box Lighthouse Beach Vizhinjam, Kerela

Posting postcards at Lighthouse beach, Kerala

Posting postcards at Lighthouse beach, Kerala

They all arrived safely, and within a few days of posting.  Much faster than letters posted home from Spain or Italy, and for about 15p a stamp!

When we visited the capital of Kerala, Thiruvananthapuram we found a post office which was more in the style we were expecting for a main post office.  It had these wonderful postboxes outside.  We decided that ‘All Places’ meant the rest of India, as opposed to Kerala or Foreign.

Red Green and Blue Post Boxes in Thiruvananthapuram

Red Green and Blue Post Boxes in Thiruvananthapuram

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About Barbara

Born in Dublin, living in London with Peter, my two daughters, Wilson our Spaniel & Woordow our Malshih (Shih Tzu-Maltese cross)
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22 Responses to Posting letters home from India

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  2. mintedmoose says:

    I wish britain could be this colourful xXx

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  3. cecilia says:

    i hope you were able to find one of these letterboxes to bring home, they are gorgeous!.. c

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  4. rummuser says:

    I still use the snail mail as we call them here to send and receive letters. I love to drop mail off in the box just outside the park where I go for my daily evening trysts and walk. I also love visiting our post office which is located about three kilometers away and on good day, I enjoy the walk to and fro too.

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    • Barbara says:

      I hardly ever use snail mail any more, I even usually reply to letters by email, although it would be just as easy to print the letter out and post it, it costs an absolute fortune, especially since most of the people I would want to write to live outside the UK and therefore cost a minimum of 87p to write to!!

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  5. Grannymar says:

    I like the red, green & blue.

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  6. Maxi says:

    They are bright and spiffy, very different from anything here in the States.

    Hope you’re feeling okay Barbara, and have recovered from the misery you suffered. May 2013 bring you love and joy.

    Blessings ~ Maxi

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    • Barbara says:

      Thank you so much

      I went to the doctor today & I said I’m sick and tired of feeling this old, & he said you’re not old, you’re just refusing to accept that you have an illness, Chronic Fatigue, and that is making you feel bad. Its true. I get so frustrated not being able to be the superwoman I used to be, whizzing around at 300 miles an hour without ever any physical consequences. Being able to juggle a full time job, studying and being a single mum was no problem to me once upon a time, but now I just can’t do it 😦

      Luckily my girls are great teenagers and extremely helpful, so I get great dinners, but they look at me still confused why I am so tired all the time, always worrying is there more sinister causes that I am hiding from them. They remember their 300 mile an hour supermum, and she still comes out every so often (but then pays the price the next day!)

      There’s not any underlying cause, I’m just ill.

      Once I accept it, I will get loads better 🙂

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  7. Jo Bryant says:

    It is so frustrating to not be able to do as you once did. Having broken my bacj twice now it has placed a lot of restrictions on what I can and can’t do. When before I could spend all day in the garden or repainting…it now takes days/weeks as I have to stop after an hour or so or I will be in too much pain to do anything for days. but I hate it.

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    • Barbara says:

      How on earth did you break your back twice!! I suppose when you’ve done it once its easier to do it again?

      See, I really have to stop complaining. So many people have it so much worse than me!! I can’t imagine the pain of breaking your back, and the months of recovery… I’m such a moan. I must get more grateful!!

      I would be the worst patient too. So impatient! 🙂

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      • Jo Bryant says:

        The first time I fell through a dodgy floor. Our stupid system here meant fighting bureaucrats for 4 years to get surgery. They really were the worst years of my life. Then in 2007 I went to Sydney to visit family and had an accident on a boat. I was really lucky as they actually walked me off the boat…at the hospital the staff went apeshit as a fragment had broken off and they could have severed my spinal cord…so all in all I feel lucky to do anything sometimes. At least they flew me home business class. The daughter was with me [I was in the world’s most bizarre brace – hence the upgrade] and all she could say was: “what a shame we are only going to NZ Mum.”
        😉

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        • Barbara says:

          What a nightmare! I can’t believe they kept you waiting for 4 years for a back operation!! English people complain about the NHS, but really they have no idea how lucky they are! It is one of the best systems in the world. You don’t get classy treatment, and the waiting time for non urgent treatment can be ages, but it’s free, and something like an urgent back operation wold never take that long!

          Somebody was really looking after you on that boat accident!! I shudder at the thought of that fragment floating around near your spinal chord! I think I would take economy class any day rather than have to wear a back brace!

          Is it mending now, or have you reached a point where it won’t get much better? I hope it continues to improve. Pain is so horrid. It makes me really snappy and not fun to be around. Xx

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          • Jo Bryant says:

            We have this system for accidents and the corporation [government] is running out of money because it has been so badly managed over the years. They actually have quotas for caseworkers [it has been revealed] to get rid of people off the books. Instead of helping people get better it is all about getting rid of you. They kept trying to clain it was age degeneration…not the accident. They spent more than the operation cost on specialists and tests trying to prove their point. I had to take them to court twice. At one point they had a surgeon declare I was nuts…not hurt. Funny thing was I had been really depressed and gotten my doctor to refer me to someone to talk to…the psychiatrist laughed herself silly when I showed her the surgeons report. Of course you’re depressed she said – because of them. The system has become a joke. I get most things done these days…just a bit slower than I would like. There will always be pain…but compared to where I was before surgery this is nothing. I guess it is all relevant. At least now I am drug free. Before the surgery things had gotten so bad I was on methadone…and a few others. How I got out of bed is a miracle. What still makes me really mad though is the hell that corporation put my kids through. They had to take on way too much responsibility because of them dragging it on and on.

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