This morning Loftie and I hear of our posting - we shall soon be on our way, and Karachi will become just a memory. I hope to stay here a few more days as there is so much more one can see of this town if only one cares to look.
This evening we paid a visit to that shop we had seen yesterday. Joe and I both wanted to send a parcel home for Christmas if we could manage it. The shopkeeper, a real genuine sort, was very pleased. He ran out and returned with a cold drink for us. We had no idea where he had obtained the drink, it might have been from a dirty little joint that stood nearby, but "what the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve for". The drink tasted good enough however me might have felt about this and we could not tell him "what to do with it" in so many words, he was bestowing an honour by having us as his guest. We left our parcels as he would post them later for us.
Having bought a small present for them at home for Christmas, I felt much better - almost like treating myself to a good meal. We went to the usual restaurant and had some nice juicy steak and fried onions. The Chinese could cook, they left no doubt of that. We returned, the streets were almost deserted, the gay festivities were over, and many would be recovering from the hectic times they had yesterday.
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