Iszak's adorable daughter attached herself to the Unit like a second backpack. In return the Unit began to knit her a red sweater. Breakfast is always on the roof in the morning sun when serenity rules the lake. The verandah was ideal for receiving the host of peddlers that paddled up to offer wood carvings, carpets, paper mache objects, soft drinks, chocolate, toilet paper, and hashish. The Sea Lord is unquestionably the nicest place we have stayed yet in our travels.
Lake Dal is the perfect getaway from the heat, crowds, and chaos of India.
The slow sunrises and long twilights are divine - you get neither in the tropics. After our lazy circuit of the lake, the Unit and I stuffed ourselves with a dinner of mutton curry, potatoes, spinach, rice, and dal. Then we retired to the roof to wait for the moon to rise. Iszak wrapped us in thick blankets and placed a charcoal brazier underneath at our feet. We shared a big pot of milk tea and watched the moonlight make its way across the lake.