December 6 night - Left this morning beneath an uncertain sky. Ven. Saranatissa gave me a towel and some foil-wrapped aspirins (greatly prized here) and an invitation to return: very nice. I regretted not being able to give him anything; but all I could have given him was my old towel, which would hardly do. If and when I return I shall give him a tin of Nestomalt, which would always find a warm reception anywhere except at Island Hermitage's overstocked storeroom.
21 April 2008
Journal 15
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