To ensure I conform to the greatest of all British stereotypes, this tale is about tea. Our Korean, summer holiday was well underway and tea-less mornings were getting old. We found ourselves in Boseong headed for the green tea plantations. While it may not be quite the same as PG Tips with a splash of semi-skimmed milk, a cup or two of the green stuff filled part of our tea shaped void.
The tea fields themselves were beautiful, stretching out over the mountains and just calling out to be explored. Unfortunately the weather was not so keen on us taking a stroll. As our bus came to a halt, the drizzle turned rapidly into a downpour leaving us fighting with umbrellas. It didn’t take long for us to admit defeat and cut our walk short, opting instead for the comforts of the tea shop overlooking the plantation. We had found the perfect shelter and viewpoint.
It doesn’t get much better for two Brits abroad. A nice cup of tea and weather that was more than worthy of a healthy, long moan. The American member of our party, I’m sure had the time of his life. If the moaning didn’t make his day, the way that the two of us spent the rest of our day and night with our faces pressed up against the windows of various, restaurants eyeing up the severe weather while making constant observations about how ‘we never get weather like this in the UK….’ surely did. The weather only continued to worsen and culminate in a tropical storm, as a result of Typhoon Muifa who kindly stopped and waved to the Korean pennisula enroute to China.
Slight error. I claimed that life couldn’t get better than having a cuppa and a lovely, long moan. I was wrong. I should have included having a bath in the stuff. We popped into a bath house to avoid the rain and were priviledged enough to unwind in a 42 degree, steaming pool of tea. Heavenly.