[vc_row][vc_column width=”2/3″][vc_column_text]When you travel to a foreign country half way around the globe for tea, you cannot help but become friends. Both sides know that the effort involved to travel so far is an investment in the tea relationship. With this in mind, our hosts gave us the red carpet in terms of hospitality.

We met a friend of the family for lunch at a famous restaurant known for its pork dish. The friend waited two hours for our party to arrive, demonstrating to us the sincerity and friendship this man had with our hosts. As we drove through the small Taiwanese town, tea factories and farms dotted both sides of the road. We again experienced the custom of visiting and drinking oolong from small cups.

That night, we slept at the family’s tea farm, at the tip top of the mountain (1500m) swirling in mist – the source of high mountain oolong. The approach to the farm was the steepest, narrowest road I have ever been on. From every direction, tea terraces blanketed the mountains. It gets dark early in Taiwan, and we settled into the evening with a karaoke. We sang along, we sang the English oldies and our friends the traditional Taiwanese – the night ended with an Oh Hell card game. We visited a winery, Sun Moon Lake, and a Tao temple before departing from our new friends.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/3″][vc_media_grid element_width=”12″ grid_id=”vc_gid:1642725233502-c96e6fd6-150c-6″ include=”3015,3014,3016,3017,3092,2997,3009″][/vc_column][/vc_row]