The postman ate my chocolate - Part 2

Right when i have given up my hope of finding the lost parcel from Belgium, i said i'd give it another try and go to the post-office (again!!). So, Sunday after a busy, long day at school with staff meeting et al, i went to Road 9 for the 4th time asking for my parcel.

Before i go on with the story i need to apologize to Mohammed, Ahmed, Mahmoud... or whatever his name is ... because he did NOT eat my chocolate... because there was no chocolate in it... only a teddy bear (the cutest Teddy Bear)!!!

Alright ... so, i am back on Road 9, at the post-office, this time under the "cobri" (bridge). I put on the sadest and angriest face (i was too tired) and start bursting out to the man: "I have received a parcel... the postman came to my door with it... i was not at home... now they tell me they dont have my parcel! I want my parcel!!" So, i keep going for 10 minutes on how i tried several times to get it.
The man behind the counter, looks at me, offers me a seat (i refuse, saying i am busy and i want my parcel right away!). The man asks me where i live ... right when i say Degla, he goes: "Ohh, Miss, your area belongs to another post office... and he tells me the name of it; never heard of it. I seem puzzled. I look at him, he looks at me... i say: "Now, what?". "Well, you need to go to that post office to get it!"
I get a little angry, and i tell him i dont want to go there (needless to tell him that all the parcels both me and Nichole have received before came to THIS post office).
He is still very calm (quite strange for an Egyptian); he calls the other post office, they check and .......... THEY HAVE MY PARCEL!! At this point i am excited ... I ask the man again how can i get it; he tells me i need to go there.
Here comes the funny part..... i ask him for the name again; he tells me the name, i dont understand any of it... i ask him for the address; he says he doesnt know and suggests i should take a taxi there. That is when i am loosing my patience (again!!) and raise my voice: "How on earth am i suppose to go there if i dont know the address and i dont know what to tell to the taxi driver???" The man offers to help me to get a taxi .... i'm even more surprised as i really have no idea where i am going....
In the end, i get on the taxi, having no clue at all where he is taking me. I suddenly remember i have only 20 pounds in my wallet and praying it wont cost me more than that to go there and come back.
I managed to find it and collect my parcel, after the guy looked at my passport and the parcel (which said "Gaby Mocanu") and asked me who is Gaby; i said: "It is me!" He points out that the passport says Gabriela.... At that point i was too tired to say anything... He gave me the parcel (i didnt have to pay anything to get it - which is quite unusual.)