Sharing Cups of Tea in Two Parts, Part Two

I have enjoyed tea in the home of a Tibetan woman who had two husbands. 

Water for tea is heated on this stove using yak dung for fuel.

The woman with two husbands.   This is a common practice in Tibet.

I drank tea with yak milk in the remote ger (yurt) of Mongolian nomads.

The nomad herders in Mongolia, and the daughter of one.

 I enjoyed tea during a feast on the palatial grounds of an Indian maharajah.

This woman at an Islamic temple in India invited me to have tea and fresh fruit.   I asked my guide if I could and he said, "Absolutely not!"

 

 

I had tea with a Russian woman in her "Khrushchev era apartment" who served boiled potatoes as the main course at dinner.

Our hostess, standing right, her mother, standing left.

Tea or vodka, bread, carrot salad, Cole slaw.   

Tea in the main room of a Chinese family as a group sang "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" on a TV singing contest. 

 

Tea in a home in Christchurch, NZ, with green-lipped mussels and hogget. 

Tea in a tent on the vast African savanna as lions and hyenas fought nearby in the darkness. 

Tea on a wet, windy day in the tiny Sea Cabbage cafe in the Falklands with gentoo penguins all around. 

Gentoo penguins, Falkland Islands.

 

The Sea Cabbage Cafe, Falklands

 

Homemade cookies.

I drank tea with giraffes in Kenya.

Tea and fresh apple pie in a Ranger cabin  at the bottom of Haleakala crater on Maui. 

Apple pie baked in a skillet.

Tea in Halibut Cove as I watched sea otters punctuating the thin ice in the bight out the front window.

 

No ice during summer, but this is where I watched the sea otters.

 

Tea on a Norwegian small ship as we followed Shackleton's journey to Antarctica. 

I drank tea while I also ate milk dumpling breakfast in a hotel in Mongolia.

Milk yea with potato salad in a quaint cafe in Mongolia, my favorite cafe during the trip.

Tea (iced) and Singapore rice noodles in a Kowloon cafe with friends.

Tea with a picnic lunch far into the wilderness of Tibet as hail dropped gently on us.

Note the little white hail .

Picnic in Tibet,

Picnic lunch lightly seasoned with hail.

Tea in the shadow of Neuschwanstein castle. 

Tea in Australia's Outback with aboriginal artists nearby, and kangaroo tail roasting on an open fire.

 

 

 

Tea at Phantom Ranch at the bottom of the Grand Canyon as my mule rested nearby. 

Waiting for the Phantom Ranch dining hall to open so I could have tea.

Tea in a Tundra Buggy as polar bears waited outside for Hudson Bay to freeze. 

The snack and tea counter is right behind Julia and me on the Tundra Buggy.

Waiting for Hudson Bay to freeze.

I drank tea on all seven continents in the homes of many, many friends and with many, many friends in my home. 

 

 

The only cup of tea I couldn't drink was one thoughtfully prepared for me by Marg Wood in a camp outside Kruger park in South Africa, who made it so far in advance of my arrival at the table that it was too strong. Our strong friendship I love, but not strong tea.

 

Using solar to heat water for tea at a Tibetan monastery.

An extravaganza of homemade goodies by the ladies of the Falkland Islands....with tea, of course.