Later, we walk down to the Tibetan Market to witness yet another triumph of Chinese capitalism. Instead of the traditional cargo of salt, wool and handicraft, the ancient yak caravans are laden with cheap Chinese radios, fake Timberlands and imitation North Face jackets. Disillusioned, we retire to the comforts of Everest Hotel where in lieu of real lemon tea, Dil Magar Thapa whips us up two quick mugs of heated Foster Clarks lime drink (25% of your daily requirement of Vitamin C).