This is an enduring favorite, from the last Taiwan trip, which serves to often remind me about the magic that is really tea. Taiwan next weekend, but then, I hit China once more after that. Will I survive again this time? I hope so. I relish the thought of excellent people, food, and gorgeous scenery in Taiwan, not to mention the world’s best oolongs, but then, to obtain comparable levels of different teas in China, I have to shed lots of tears, or at least sweat. Teas are sublime in both places. The question is, when does one get too old to hack travelling in China? I am musing speculatively of course. By miracle, China can suddenly become organized, sanitary, unpolluted, not noisy, not dusty and hot, and full of kind people- all by the time I get there.
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