2 for Tea and Tea for 2
No Horsie Ride
In the center of Darjeeling, where it was the "jewel" of Britain because of its tea, they have a "toy train" where it can go from Darjeeling to almost outskirts of Phuentsholing Bhutan. It's pretty amazing and is still on wooden tracks (approx only 2 - 3 feet wide) and on coal. Of course, the tracks are now slowly getting replaced with steel and concrete instead.
Also in the town center are famous tourist "horsie" rides, where kids favor riding the horses around the area. Daddy thought it was a great idea to do it with Erik since he loved it when he was young. However, Great Grand Daddy (M.W.Hing) prior to our trip, told Erik exclusively, "no riding on the horse, we are Ma's (aka horse in Chinese) and horse do not ride other horses".
So as soon as Daddy set Erik on to the tiny pony, he screamed ever so loud. Erik didn't want ANYTHING to do with the pony. Then Daddy came up with the great idea of, maybe if Mummy sat on the pony?! ...even then, Erik didn't it and cried. So we didn't push the issue any more. WHEW!
Boarding School
It was boarding school opening again after a long winter break, so Erik and company (including Daddy, Mummy, Grandma Katy, Grandpa Tom, along with Grand-Aunt Mary and Grand-Aunt Ellie) decided to drop off the 2 "little" girls, aka Erik's Aunty Laijen and Laigum, off to their boarding school. We also toured Daddy's alma mater boarding school, Goethals Memorial, where he attended grade 3 through 10. We saw Daddy's old dormitory, canteen, classrooms, study halls, library, and computer room (which the furniture tables were donated by Grandpa Tom)
The experience for Daddy was pretty surreal to have Erik sit with him in his old classroom and to walk the old playing fields. For mummy, it was interesting since she never experienced boarding school before. The tour was an eye-opener. We also spoke to the principal there, Brother Beddoe, who offered an honest opinion about our "very tentative" plans on enrolling Erik into a boarding school system for a better education at a later age. His opinion is simple, kids need their parents' guidance. They are only kids for so long and for Erik since he's already in the States, he should go into the States' system first and foremost. Education is important but a parents' influence is equally as important.
Upon dropping off the aunties to their all-girls school, we came across one first-time boarder who was just in tears walking into the school. She screamed so loud and hard and began to pull her hair due to frustration trying to communicate to her parents that she did NOT want to go to boarding school. She was only 6 or 7 years old! SIGH! At that moment, Daddy immediately declared Erik as a lifetime day scholar instead. He couldn't bear parting ways with our little baby and at such a young age :o).
Tea Country
Upon our return to Phuentsholing, Bhutan, we also stopped by one of the more famous Tea gardens, Makaebari Tea estate, which Grandpa Tom knew the owner so we got an exclusive tour on how teas are made, ranging from Orthodox Black Tea to Green Tea to White Tea. Erik was fast asleep at this time so Daddy and Mummy took advantage and enjoyed our little tour.
Now Mummy knows a lot more about the tea process and can truly appreciate it a lot more. I've learned that only the lowest grade of teas goes into tea bags, which is pretty much what we drink in the States a lot more....its' also known as TEA DUST. ...Blah! YUCK! Also Mummy understands what are considered grade 1 teas and why they are the most expensive in the world. Sigh! So a little tip for non-tea drinkers, if its Darjeeling tea, drink it with a drop of lemon to get the full flavor...not the crappy milk and sugar ;o) (which I love drinking).

