Today I went to the boring Tea Chapter thingy today. Or at least, that was my first and longest lasting impression of the place. As I edged down the steps of the bus in boredom, I stared at the strange looking place. Basically, the same monotonous stuff littered the room-two packets of tea leaves, three teapots-one wooden teapot, two porcelain tea pots, out of which one was 'coverless' and many tiny little teacups.
The minute we stepped in, we were told to take off our shoes. We were than ushered upstairs, where we, being the first group to go upstairs, had to sit at the first table. Some unfortunate groups who came after us had no table to sit at. When everybody was sitted, our 'instructor' came in and started screaming at us (yelled the rules at us).
The lesson started with a tea pouring, tea making, 'cup washing' demomstration and, of course, how to use the tea-making utensils. After he made a cup of tea, he asked if we wanted to drink it. He was shocked when nobody wanted to drink it. Finally, Rayson broke the slience by raising his hand. The series of events that happened after that is too boring for me to tell you. You people must already be yawning.
