Ok, so... I'm going to update here.
Today I woke up really early to go to customs for a package. I took a taxi, because, as many of you know, I am unable to take a bus because I panic badly.
The cab driver was a major j3rk, he left me like two blocks away from the P.O because I got upset at him. During the trip, he purposefully got behind slow traffic and buses, then proceeded to go reaaaaaally slow. Some cab drivers do this to charge more. I kept telling the guy to be quicker because I was in a hurry, and I told him to please quit getting behind slow vehicles because it was nonsensical.
I had 50 bucks to go there, once the price hit exactly $50, he told me to pay and get out. It didn't matter that I was left in the middle of a huge @$$ avenue that looked like a labyrinth. The P.O was visible, but awfully far, I didn't know how to cross and was afraid. It's a complicated place, I'd show you guys a photo, but I can't find any.
I managed to ask some old man for help. I asked him if he could do me a favor and help me get there, he was nice enough to lend me a hand.
Finally, I got into the P.O and it took me around two hours to get my package. It's a complicated, tedious process, but it was worth it.
When I got out, I had to ask someone else for help again, because the package was HUGE and it was impossible to stop a taxi while carrying it. He helped me by pointing at a taxi that was parked nearby. I thanked the guy and proceeded to take the taxi. This driver was really nice, he drove me home really quick and we had a chat during the trip.
Then I arrived home, opened my package and hugged the massive pony toy that was in the box.
