Clare offers to make tea for us. Before every step she calls to her dad for guidance to ensure she is doing it right. There is some confusion when his instructions conflict with what she has seen her Auntie Catherine do. Catherine mashes her tea to get every drop of flavour from it. “Because tea.”
Harry’s dad is the first one up and the first thing he does is put on a big pot of tea. The tea steeps throughout the day, sustaining the family through their chores. By late afternoon it is as thick and dark as tar.
Niva is telling me about the destruction of Kathmandu Durbar Square. I say “there used to be a nice tea shop right on the square.” She assures me it is still there, unharmed by the earthquakes.