A Classy Lady at the Post Office During our travels around South Africa we often stumble upon quirky buildings like this one Naturally we had to stop it s basically a rule when we re hunting for photo opportunities This time we discovered it was an old post office that once served farmers in the area Intrigued I tried to dig up some history about it later but alas the internet let me down So I m left with the stories from our visits which are let s say memorable The first time we stopped I was in my collect all the vintage things phase Peeking through a broken window I spotted two ancient wired clothes hangers still hanging on the wall They were dusty relics like something straight out of a time capsule I immediately imagined the postmaster living there probably knowing every farmer for miles Tempted as I was to snag the hangers for my collection I couldn t bring myself to disturb the little scene Besides our visit ended abruptly when a cattle herder passed by with his herd giving us the most suspicious look It was a time to leave before we become a story too kind of moment When we returned for another shoot I discovered someone else had taken the hangers rude On top of that part of the building had burned down The wooden floors were gone the roof trusses were charred and it looked like the aftermath of some wild bonfire I won t lie though the burned trusses made for some pretty moody artsy photos Silver linings right Then came our final visit which is now cemented in family lore as The Great Post Office Incident By then the building was barely hanging on and I was determined to explore what was left before time finished the job My husband walked ahead of me seemingly navigating the sketchy floorboards just fine Feeling confident I followed in high heels Bad choice One second I was walking the next my leg went straight through a rotten board There I was stuck in the floor looking like I was auditioning for a slapstick comedy movie Of course my husband found this hilarious He turned around saw my predicament and doubled over laughing Meanwhile I was fuming because in my mind my leg was full of splinters and I was one rusty nail away from needing a tetanus shot After his laughter finally subsided he helped me out of the hole and to my shock there wasn t a single scratch on me That s when I started laughing too partly out of relief and partly because honestly it was pretty funny The post office may not have a recorded history but it sure gave us plenty of stories to tell Have a great day everyone