drinking milk tea?

Drank chai and sweetly condensed milk tea, some blended by a variety of local & graded ceylon tea leaves in India. Amidst humid coffeeshop, breakfast served with my favourite idli and masala thosai (luckily my repertoire of Indian food has since expanded), with busy men in sarongs clearing table, yet never too busy to tip me with a smile. Sitting on squat stools outside leather bag store in Myanmar drinking from small plastic cup, savouring a variation of Ceylon prepared in a style that reminiscenced teh tarik in Singapore. In Singapore itself, teh O siew tai, teh tarik, teh alia, teh latte. All the previous British colonies banding together, ingeniously concocting their own musk and distinct siap-siapness (tannic aftertaste); smorgasboard of old and new.

There's still darjeeling unexplored. Dignified Mariage Feres untouched and plenty more teacups left to be unveiled. 27 should be the magic number. Maybe spending one year or two to just drift aimlessly in a vaguely forseeable distance towards somewhere.