Madras

Took a drive into town. No mail. Boat sailing 4th now, engine trouble. Another day working. Line fishing again caught another big basket of fish, Moutab sorts out the catch and brings them back cleaned and prepared for us. They really work hard out fishing and they have nothing. This is there theme when drunk with rice wine sitting in their huts, the contrast between our way of life and this, there’s no comparison its been this way for ever. Their only possessions are his wife’s cooking pots that she keeps scrupulously clean, they eat a little fish and large quantities of rice wine, babies too, I only hope I can remember all I have seen and use it in my own life.