You hear La Mana before you see it. A low bass line carrying down the road, voices layering on top of each other in that particular register that only happens when a lot of people are having a genuinely good time, tuktuk's beeping like some sort of chaotic song . Then you round the corner and find the queue — a proper one, stretching well past the neighbouring shopfronts, all the way back toward the petrol station. Thursday or Sunday, it doesn't matter which. This is simply w