Ijon Tichy
09-23-2014, 03:28 AM
When Josh walked into the guesthouse, his eyes needed a few seconds to adapt to the dim light darkening the inside of a tiny corridor. It was in Tibet, far off the usual tourist routes. They had only three rooms, as the sign outside stated.
There was someone else there, a person who had just come downstairs hearing the door open. Her sight took the young backpacker's breath away: it was a young lady, very pretty and noble-looking in her traditional Tibetan garment.
She said something in a low, pleasant voice. Josh, suddenly feeling very shy, took out his phrase book and asked about the price of a bed there. She wrote it down. The man was shown to his room, where he disappeared for the rest of the evening.
Did not sleep a wink.
When morning came he had decided to at least try to chat with the girl, who obviously did not know any English. As he did not speak Tibetan, he expected a lot of difficulties. But there were none: when Josh came downstairs to check out and introduce himself to his hostess, he only met her father, the owner of the guesthouse. He never saw the girl again.
There was someone else there, a person who had just come downstairs hearing the door open. Her sight took the young backpacker's breath away: it was a young lady, very pretty and noble-looking in her traditional Tibetan garment.
She said something in a low, pleasant voice. Josh, suddenly feeling very shy, took out his phrase book and asked about the price of a bed there. She wrote it down. The man was shown to his room, where he disappeared for the rest of the evening.
Did not sleep a wink.
When morning came he had decided to at least try to chat with the girl, who obviously did not know any English. As he did not speak Tibetan, he expected a lot of difficulties. But there were none: when Josh came downstairs to check out and introduce himself to his hostess, he only met her father, the owner of the guesthouse. He never saw the girl again.