3rd November, 1943: Last night in Karachi

 As Loftie and I were leaving Karachi we had our money this morning, and now, we would be gone.

I paid Banana Willie the two rupees I owed him. I don't know what I had done, but he thought a lot of me for some reason. He gave me an orange - baksheesh - poor chap, but I felt he had given me a gift of immense value. He had, from his pay, a rupee per day.

During the evening I called at the gift shop once more, and bought a few things to send to Birmingham. He, too, became a good friend of ours and spoke quite freely upon many subjects he insisted that I should see the Post Office registration receipt for the parcel he had sent for me a few days earlier.

As this was my last night there, we had a good supper at our favourite restaurant, the Chinese place. Steak, onions, bread, butter, ice cream and apple pie always gives me a feeling of well being. Loftie had joined us for supper.

Joe, Loftie and I returned to camp, we had to get up early. Joe - we would be seeing in very soon in Paona [?], left us and spent another hour or so wandering around.