After we had a delicious lunch
prepared by Naxi tribal people, Mr. Wang took us to his tea factory. We picked
up some hats and tea baskets and headed out to a tea field to pick tea. Brian,
one of our trip members, and I rode with a farmer and a tea factory assistant.
I tried to ask the farmer several questions before I realized he didn’t speak
Mandarin Chinese! The assistant could speak some Mandarin Chinese and helped
with translation. It was so interesting to hear them speak their tribal
language.
70 year old tea tree |
When we reached a small tea hill,
the farmer started to drive backwards up the hill. I wondered if we would
have any way to turn around later. He suddenly stopped the car and repeatedly
said something I didn’t really understand. Somehow after hearing it three times,
I knew he was trying to tell us to hold on tight! Without thinking
I told Brian to hold on. We didn’t know what would happen next, but he
suddenly stepped on the gas really hard and took a sharp turn. We went quickly
up the steep, dirt road on the side of the hill. I screamed! It took about 5
seconds to situate myself as I looked around. I held tight and became more
relaxed as I realized the farmer had probably driven up this road many times.
He is good at it and he knows what he is doing. I told myself everything is
going to be just fine.
We had fun being in the tea fields
picking tea. We gathered the leaves we picked and headed back to the factory.
My next post will be about the “Stir Green” phase of tea production.
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