This year, I got to enjoy my coffee in Ethiopia and my chai in India. I’m spoiled when it comes to caffeine.
Everything about the chai stands in Kolkata fascinated me.
Chai came served in thin clay cups that almost looked like mini-flower pots. These were disposable and would be tossed into the street afterwards, to be trampled and pulverized by cars, rickshaws, and feet by the end of the day. Since it was clay, it’s not as wasteful as most disposables… but I guess it still takes effort and energy to make the millions of these that get used any given week.