we looked around the tent , which was like all the other shop-slash-motel-slash-circus-sized tents we had seen in ladakh one corner dedicated to the shop section , where old ladies boiled tea and rice and cooked instant noodles , and sold cigarettes and toilet paper and soap and shampoo ; the rest of the main tent dedicated to twelve to fifteen beds overwhelmed by layers and layers of thick , warm quilts that invite you to huddle and hibernate , so overwhelmed that you can not separate the beds anymore , so that it looks like one giant semi-circular bed of patch-work colors .