TONKINESE. Grand work. Nailed in half an hour. It was indeed Hotan/Khotan (Hetian) jade market. Very strange atmosphere. Nothing but men of course. All muttering and circulating, proffering bits of jade on their palms. Muted and reverential like a church. We’ll go into the sociology/politics etc another time. And I will definitely post about what it was like on the southern belly of the Taklamankan. But meantime, the real questions is: Tonkinese: what do you want for a prize?