We visited a tea field. And frolicked amongst the tea bushes.
Tea production is actually somewhat of a contradiction. In theory it’s boring. All it is is picking, drying and cutting leaves. In practice it’s rows upon rows of crates filled with every shade of green possible. Then it’s huge, mesmerizing machines than spin in circles whilst pumping out shreds of green that entered the machine as leaves but somehow magically ended up pulverized. Then it’s conveyor belts that seem to achieve nothing but I’m assured they’re important. Then we magically have tea. How does this happen? Despite seeing the entire process I’m still not quite sure. I’m left with one conclusion: tea is a magical substance made from the leaves of a plant that forms the home of a miniature breed of unicorn. It’s the only logical conclusion.
