[Life on a houseboat on Dal Lake in Kashmir might have been an echo of the Raj but we were seeing it in the bone-chilling winter. I recall wistfully in a letter home that 'it must be idyllic in the spring or summer drifting around the lake in a shikara ...!' As it was, the monotonous brown of bare trees and dead vegetation was relieved only by snow covered peaks and the blue flash of a kingfisher. After an hour of sitting freezing in an open boat, we aborted a trip to the Moghul Gardens across the Lake, and asked to be taken home. Noor, our host, abviously thought us a bunch of wimps and declared us 'artificial'. Only the familiar and welcome cry of 'chocolates! macaroons!' and the sudden appearance of the chocolate seller's shikara, lifted morale.
I observed in a letter home: 'you can get everything off these passing shikaras from shawls to vegetables. I think some of them are telepathic, because you just had to murmur that you'd fancy a chocolate and they'd be there outside the window!']
FRIDAY 3RD DECEMBER, 1976
" Porridge! Omelette!
Taken by shikara to woodwork factory deep in middle of the Lake past slummy looking houses - very quiet up narrow canals - lots of vegetables growing. No carving being done because still a holiday - very ornate carvings of dragons etc.
Loads of us in little shikara on way back - one fella carrying bits of mutton - cut them the first day, give them as presents the next. [This was still the Muslim festival of Eid al-Adha] Taken to bank, then me and Neva had a short walk up to bridge - most of shops closed. Lovely lunch of fish, tomatoes, chips, carrots followed by apple in pastry (very smoky taste).
Thawed out by stove. Hot shower and good meal - felt better. Noor pestered me to sell him my shorts for 5 rupees, so finally agreed.
[Neva and Julie in shikara]
Women wear great head gear - veil pinned at back of head and hanging quite long."
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