I am constantly being bestowed with gifts on this trip. Water here, fruit there; biscuits, bread, Pepsi. Mostly the offerings are consumable, but not always. Prayer beads, soap and books have also come my way. Once, a pair of trousers was proffered. I declined; they were still being worn by the benefactor.

Sometimes though the thought is good, but the details slightly off. This morning, for example: a half drunk can of beer with a straw. The good: it was still chilled. The bad: it was 9am. 

That's not to say I poured it all away- that would be rude...