It was also in Queenstown that I realized I should send some postcards home. I bought three postcards (for my parents, for work, and for my sister) and three stamps. Then I sat there in the post office to write them and mail them -- and it was then that I realized I left my address book at home. The only address I knew by heart was my office. (No, my parents are not still living at the house where I grew up.) I was stuck with leftover postcards and leftover stamps. Interesting that I ended up losing the sports strap for my eyeglasses fairly early on in the trip, but that these babies managed to stay pristine through all my adventures:
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