To a strange habit of each city, will go to the city's bars. In Lhasa, the is no exception.
First arrived in Lhasa at night. Walking in the street was a man.
Tired, and want to find a place to sit down. Drink wine, talk to strangers.
Majiami is on the street was a prominent bar. A yellow small building, bright and clean glass, warm candlelight. Let the hearts of travelers slightly Yi Chan.
We are in any travel, there will always be those who easily moved by the details of warmth. Because we desire in the displacement of the road, get some comfort.
VI Dalai Lama also because a Fairy in the same Tibetan woman, while echocardiography and perils.
To the second floor, you will find this is not a simple bar. It contains a cafe, bar, bar.
Tibetan furniture. Exquisite painting. Hand-made carpets on the floor. Ancient clumsy jar. The wall of the vielle. Buddha Wall Picture. Everywhere is full of rich religious overtones.
Many people. They looked for a couple co-tables.
We sat by the window position. Looking out the window, you can see, the street lights the night sometime. Occasionally, there are one or two home from the door through.
Bar them the two central soft sofa. That is the most appropriate place where couples sit-in.
Sofa table, stood before a lot of this with Tuzhi made notebooks. The past, travelers are always in the above write down your own tracks, while others painted above his own and his wife's head and also Zheng Hun written on specific matters.
Left Lhasa before the cruise with friends and to find such a book. Finally an unassuming shop has spent a lot of money to buy the price.
The Majiami. Travelers from abroad than domestic. They are used in twos and threes around a table and talk quietly. Sometimes, they will cast a well-intentioned strangers smile.
Perhaps a certain year, a month, one day. A smile enough to make you fall in love.
The Majiami. You are free to choose their own taste of food. Such as India sweet tea, fruit salad, beer, steak, highland barley wine.
Can also sit in the corner of the computer, opened the side of the daily news, taste authentic side of butter tea.
You can even point of a cup of black coffee. Lying deep in the soft sofa, watching the movement of clouds, daydream a day.
In such a tolerant city, in such a quiet bar. Everything is so arbitrary. Life has become extremely complex frankly by some.
After each night.
My friend and I may go to the bar sit for a while. Used to point a pot of butter tea, a pot of highland barley wine, the down hair, his head resting on his shoulder. Listening attentively to play here, "Heaven sing," "Tibet", "Secret Garden." A pot of highland barley wine to the whole person a little bit sleepy, simply lying in the spacious sleeping on the sofa for a while.
The weather getting cold night. Bar 11:30 will be closing. Tibetan girl always put bills on the table at 10:30, politely remind you checkout.
Left Lhasa, the night before.
My friend and I was in line with previous habits. 8:30 arrive. 9:00, a girl in Nanjing on time and sat opposite us. Photographed with her on the road to Tibet scenery.
End to drink a pot of highland barley wine, my friends and I routinely hand to leave the Majiami.
This building, a yellow small building looked back, secretly prayed. Spring has come, I will come. Good-bye, Lhasa. Good-bye, Majiemi.
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