Positive post (for a change)

The streets of the old part of Lhasa are narrow, cobbled, fruitstalled and populated. Visitors from all over the world, China and Tibet mill about looking through the nice clothing, souvenirs, bells, pictures, food and stuff! The jangling of many a cycletaxi (laden with sweet jinglebells) punctuates the bustle of friendly but cheeky haggling, praying pilgrims, distant car horns and kids playing. Yak meat is cut at tiny shops dotted along the alleys, no need of refrigeration - it stays frozen in the open air. We almost bought some delicious-smelling cheese, but eventually realised it was a kind of wax used for burning to the gods! But there were plenty of yak kebabs, curries and hotpot stalls to sate us .