The houses here in Meitar do not have mailboxes.
Every family has to go check its own little box at one of two distribution places at the center of town.
My landlady's post box, which I share, is on the highest row and my arm just barely reaches into it when I stand on my toes.
Meitar has grown to something like 7,500 residents so you can imagine how many rows of ta-ei chaluka boxes there are.
We have a (literally) hole-in-the-wall post office, way too small, and only a few people can fit inside.
If the line is long you have to wait outdoors.
The governing Local Council has promised a proper post office will be built by April.
(Linking to Whimsical Windows, Delirious Doors.)