The Dao of Tea
nder a sky inky and potent with rain, the tea gardens shone a luminescent green. Shaved to a smooth uniformity they gave these volcanic hills of southwestern Uganda a surreal and tamed look. The irony that I hadn’t had a decent cup of tea since leaving home nearly a week ago was keenly felt, and on today’s long drive from Kampala to the foot of the Rwenzoris, it would have been nice
