Today, day turned into night as the scariest blackout and downpour descended on Guangzhou. As I left China behind, to be back whenever, my love-hate relationship became evident. It is only so because I have the freedom to leave, otherwise, not even tea can make me love this country. But even so, I hope some day the repressive regime and the paralyzing Confucianism can forever be uprooted from the Chinese life. I hope there will be spectacular mountains, superb cuisine, outrageously gorgeous rivers, arts and crafts, and enterprising, intelligent people. And of course, breathtaking tea like no where possible in the world. Probably not in any of our lifetimes. Today I scored one of the most difficult to make, Mi Duan (Rice brocade zisha) teapots from a famous maker today. These difficult journeys make some of these finds sometimes quite worthwhile.
