Perhaps you have noticed that I’m a bit of a fan of tea.
Some say ‘snob’. I prefer ‘discerning connoisseur’.
Naturally therefore, I was not unhappy about spending a month in a country which is pretty famous for being the home of the aforementioned beverage. As a Brownie I used to sing a charming little ditty about a ship sailing from this country ‘all laden with tea’. There is a well-known saying which declares a determination to refuse to do anything, even if the reward were all the tea in this particular country. So, I was excited to visit and partake in some of their fine offerings.
Boy was I disappointed.
Sadly, it seems that, although they do have black tea there – I had one cup, and it was pretty nice – and they do do things properly (i.e. with leaves rather than accursed ‘bags’, and without tainting it with anything as appalling as milk), unfortunately, they are also far too partial to green tea.
Green tea is wrong. It is dirty and wrong. And it’s pretty much the only tea that I got to drink, multiple times a day for four whole weeks.
So, official declaration: all the tea there ain’t that great.
Though it does lend itself to some pretty awesome photos.
In summary: beautiful, but evil.