A Postcrossing batch, with some drama.
The tiger is going to a tiger lover in Taipei, Taiwan. She loves to travel (hey, me, too!), and says she has been to 28 countries so far (whoa! I seem to have some catching up to do!).
Speaking of travel, the next card depicts the Hapuna Beach Prince, a resort on the Big Island of Hawaii’s Kohala coast. I’ve not stayed here, though I have stayed at its older sister nearby. This one is headed for Kunshan, Jiangsu China, in a Postcrossing Forum tag trade, to a recipient who expressed an interest in receiving hotel postcards.
The California state map (uh, not to scale) is also going off to to China in a Postcrossing Forum trade: it goes to someone in Harbin, Heilongjiang, China who expressed an interest in map cards. I notice I have several different California map cards, some more fun, others more informational.
Next comes one of California’s more beautiful sights, the Big Sur coastline. That’s a regular Postcrossing draw, and it’s off to someone in Aachen, Germany who says he likes beautiful landscapes, including coasts.
Finally comes the black & white card at bottom, which went to Margao, Goa, India. And herein lays a tale. A dark moment in Postcrossing, one might say.
“Hi! I love getting postcards as the whole world steps in my postbox! It’s such a beautiful experience. 🙂 “
Oh, what a nice start! I agree with the sentiment.
Unfortunately, he keeps talking.
“On the card, write the name of your city and date of posting please. Also write about the card, as in what it depicts. I prefer information about the card, rather than your personal details. To be frank, I don’t like the sender’s personal details on the card. Please do write the date and name of city/ town where posted.”
Okay, buddy, thank you for taking every bit of joy out of this Postcrossing experience. Thank you for taking the personal connection out of the equation. Thank you for transforming this from a fun pastime into a grim assignment.
I should have just picked whatever card I liked, and written a chatty little missive about myself, but I picked this black & white New York Stock Exchange photo, based on Jerky’s stated preferences of cards depicting “anything related to history, law or politics,” and then I looked up sources of information on the architect, George B. Price, and I shared that, with no frivolity such as a salutation or a signature.
If every Postcrosser were like this fella, I’d quit.