Sitting here in my usual early evening lakeside position. Slightly early for a beer. Chatting to a totally charming and disarming old lady who sells beads. She is a 1959 Tibetan refugee, and as is the way with all Tibetans she is sweetness and happiness personified. Therefore she does a roaring trade, disarming any tourist that comes in her path. As she says if you have to do business, do happy business.
Having dinner on a balcony last night, stumbled on one of those rare places that rises above merey very good up towards the sublime. As it got dark a motorbike procession passed down the street. Honking horns,Tibetan banners general raising of tension. Some sort of political unrest? A riot on the way? Police loitering menacingly.
The waiters arrive leaning over the balcony shouting excitedly as well.
WE WON. WE WON. We beat the Bangladeshis. Cricket…….