Dmitry Gorchev. Search Destination (№ 230296)

One evening after dinner, a Brit told me a secret.
"With the Central square of Lhasa, he said, gently breaking the knife that the hotel restaurant is called steak - every Friday at exactly six o'clock in the morning departs with a yellow bus. Remember this well yellow. He takes passengers, they are always very small, and leaves. And never come back."
"Well? - I asked stupidly. - Where's that?"
"Shambhala" - calmly replied the Briton finally managed to saw off a piece of steak.
"Why not return?" - dumber I asked.
"Because of Shambhala, no one returns, patiently explained the Briton. - Because no need."
"The bus everytime a new one?"
"Mmmm, he shook his head, finally chewed and swallowed. One and the same. He is one of only a bus. Goes only there. And never comes back. Then again going there and again coming back. Understand?"