SvenskaI have been to the UK quite a few times. Mainly in London, but also some in the countryside. A friend of mine lived in England for a few years for work and studies, and I had the opportunity to visit her. London is vibrant and, above all, you feel that it is a world city. All cultures are somehow gathered there and everyone wants to meet.
About 15 years ago I made a trip to Malaysia. I had heard about the Cameron Highlands where there are tea plantations in the mountains. I wanted to go there. They weren’t exactly easy to get to, but I remember sitting in an old bus driving on winding roads through the mountains to a valley where the tea plantations were. It was hot on the coast, but cool in the mountains. On the bus, it was just me and a French family. They had taken time off from their jobs and chosen to travel with their three little young children for a year. The parents were relaxed and the children played with dolls and cars during our journey. Unaware of the beautiful nature and steep slopes.
When we arrived, we said goodbye to each other. In the small village with the tea plantations there was a calm. I found a small shelter where I spent the night. The next morning, I got up early to attend a tour of the tea plantations. It was chilly. People from surrounding countries were there picking tea leaves. The plantation was reminiscent of vineyards. I remember tasting my first cup of tea after the guided tour. It was very popular with guided tours, but I managed to find a spot overlooking the green valley. I sat with my cup of tea and found a calm that I can still think of and that I always carry with me. There was a big difference between the tea I drink at home compared to the tea I had at the plantation.
I bought a small package of tea with me. Since I was traveling, I couldn’t carry too bulky packages with me. Back home, and on well-chosen occasions, I had my cup of tea from Malaysia. When the 15 bags were gone, I couldn’t throw away the box. There was a picture of the valley on the packaging where I had had my almost sacred tea time. I still have the empty package in my kitchen even though it is empty.
My friend then moved from London to Sri Lanka where there also are tea plantations. I was lucky enough to be able to visit her and her family. She shared tips about fine tea plantations in Sri Lanka. The UK is strongly linked to Sri Lanka, and I am delighted to have been able to experience both countries up close. This weekend a new king is crowned in Great Britain. His mother passed away last year, and before her passing a jubilee was held for the Queen. By chance, I happened to see this little film. Tea, and sweet, sweet Paddington.