The flute man is back

Tonight we've been treated to an impromptu concert at Pension Schnee by the flute man. By we I mean me and half a dozen Japanese guests. 8.30 and all the other Australians, and Michelle, have gone to bed. This blog doesn't write itself you know and that is the reason I'm still sitting in the bar tapping away as a Japanese musician on the flute plays such classics as Near, Far, Wherever You Are... from Titanic. It is nice really. Or could that be the Asahi beer or sake or Irish Whiskey or Japanese Whiskey talking?