The Danish Post is constantly complaining, the main beef being that we send less letters. I would be willing to bet that we would send more if the rates were not obscene, like the highest in the world. At least twice a year they turn the knob, raising the prices on every single service. The latest rate for sending a letter is going to be 8 dkr. That is $1.30, or €1.07. They even tried to get away with shaving a day of the week, as in keeping mondays delivery free, but that suggestion was fortunately laid to rest by the government.
And the latest turn of the knob made it to the news today: the fee for paying a bill at the post office has gone up to 25 dkr ($4.30 or €3.30), a raise of 67% over the last 16 months. Just imagine what a handful of those will cost you, if you are in the group of people not connected to a computer? Like the elderly and those with low income. I wish I could write something more affectionate about The Post, because deep down I still think of them in a romantic way. I love the classic red mailboxes and the instantly recognisable mustard yellow bikes and cars. But we are approaching enough here. Really, Post Danmark?!
A classic Copenhagen sight, staying in this shape since 1870 when it was designed by the founding father of the Social Democrats Louis Pio.
Somebody has a sense of humor, painting his vintage Porsche the trademark Post DK mustard yellow.
Not a Post Danmark vehicle. Although it would explain a lot.