With all the violence and killings and turmoil in this most beautiful of places, one person we could count on was 'Mr. Delicious Man'. This wonderful person would show up every day at our houseboat on Dal Lake in his shikara (a long, very ornate boat used to get around) loaded with every kind of sweet treat you could want. You could hear him coming from far away by his call echoing across the lake ..."Hellloooo...this is Mr. Delicious Man....I have many fine treats....hellloooo....". We always knew that all was okay so long as Mr. Delicious Man came along.