Yes, going to Darjeeling means checking out tea. Hop in a car, head out of town and invariably you bump into a tea plantation. The hills are alive with tea bushes. And tourists.
A typical, mythical sight. Rolling hills of lush, green tea plants.
The thing to do is stop at a tourist-friendly tea plot and get your picture taken in old fashioned tea-picking garb. These folks aren't the real thing, but families pretending. Sort of like those Wild West old time photo booths back home. "Look Ma, I'm a tea picker!"
When you're done fake picking, time to do some real buying at one of the many field-side stalls. Another look at a view that never gets old.
Time for tea tasting. Off to Puttabong for a little slurping.
Sarah in the tasting room and a tea master getting the selections ready.
Bottoms up from Sarah and her brother Tony.
