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Wow, a LIVE picture! Internet on a train! Photo taken on a PHONE! Isn't the future wonderful?



Yes, we are on our way. The first leg is in motion. It has begun.

It has been mentioned that we work well as a team because we each bring something different to the table, be it opinions, light snacks, or ideas. Nothing illustrates this more than our Boots Meal Deal Choices. I had previously consumed half a Meat Supreme pizza, so didn't partake. But IF i wanted to, i would have chosen a Chickeny wrap as my main item, packet of meaty crisps as my snack, and an orange juice as my liquid. On this here london bound locomotion, Chubs is to my left in front of me, in seat 21, with a Shapers Egg and Cress sandwich (i know, i know), a tub of olives, complete with pointy stick, (i know, i know) and a sparkly fizz water (i know, i know). Sizzle Quizzle in number 22 has a ham and cheese and pickle sandwich, Shapers still raspberry juice with a hint of apple, and an oat crunch yoghurt. It is rumoured that there are as many Boots Meal Deal combinations as there are Rubiks Cube arrangements (49 quintillion-ish), or used johnnies on Whitley Bay Beach, so maybe it would be worthwhile including a trip to Boots in Military recruitment, or psychiatric diagnoses - it would probably give more insight into their psyches than showing them this...




Walking boots, 2 minnows and a toasty maker next to a mirror btw.


The craic is relaxed, the mood is optimistically excited. I forgot my goddam oyster card, and Chubs could not locate his prescription sunny g's. Apart from that, swimmingly is how things are going.

We fly in the PM tomorrow, so have a jolly day in London ahead of us.

Hope you are all well,

from the Three Muskatears

The tea-rip of a life-tea-ime.

We are heading to India on Tuesday.

Here is the planned route-

Arrive Mumbai. Hang oot for a couple of nights before catching our flight to Guwahati Assam (we wussed out of the 60 hour Train Marathon, as we gained 3 days for spending 40 pounds on a shneaky short cut via the sky). There we shall see some rhinos. And ride an elephant or 2. Then we stay on a tea estate for a couple of days, learn things, until we feel the time is right to catch a train to Siliguri (Far), a toon at the base of the Mahabharat Himalaya. Brmm up to Kurseoung (not far), where we will stay for a couple of days and see a Darjeeling tea estate run by a wonderful man. Compare the differences. Try and act knowledgeable, that sort of thing. Pat will have his birthday, and we will put a candle in his brew. Then we go all the way to Darjeeling (not far) on the ever so charming steam train, where we will appreciate the stunning views and availability of Apple Pie, because by this time we will all have digestive systems of questionable stability. A short 2 day hike in Sikkim (not far), a RESTRICTED AREA, that you need a SPECIAL FORM to enter. From there, we will brmm back down the hill, catch a train to Varanasi, be spiritual for a bit, or at least watch people being spiritual, then catch another train to Agra, where we will run to the Taj Mahal, gasp at it's awesome-ness, before jumping on another train and chug to Mumbai. One last night of Mumbai Madness, then on a luftywagon with 50kg of tea, back home. Via Oman. Fin.





We are so excited, and cant wait to bore everyone with our photos and tales.


Tea house wise. There is proverbial light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. We have resolved the planning issue of where to keep our refuse. Never have i felt closer, and more in touch with bins. So we can FINaLLY FIIIINALLY put in our planning application to change the building from offices into a super delux teahouse-cum-artfest-cum-cinema-cum-smallscalevenue-cum-restauranty thing. Woop de woop! It will be a while still. And apologies, sincerely, for the irritating delay. Web shop is still getting tweaked also. The skeleton is there, just right now it's a skeleton that behaves very oddly indeed. So, sooooon you can actually buy some of our fantastic tea from us, which will be great as with each day that passes, our stock gets less and less because we drink it all. That's why we're not running a Haribo shop - we'd be bankrupt within a few days. And toothless. But i wouldn't eat the milk bottles or cola bottles. I would sell them. Kerchinggggggg.

Right. Signing off. See you when we return. Though i may do a shneaky blog from India, he says raising his eyebrows. Though it'll probably be a sloppy blog.