Passport
‘Had I been keeping a diary at the time, my entry for the day would probably have read something like this: “Wednesday 12 August 1964. Arrived Heathrow 2.00 p.m. local time. Raining. Met by Ananda Bodhi and Mrs Rauf and driven to the Hampstead Buddhist Vihara”.’
Sangharakshita, Moving Against the Stream, (CW23), p.5
Having destroyed all his identification papers years before when he had ‘gone forth’ from all worldly ties and taken up the life of a wandering ascetic, Sangharakshita needed a new passport.