My favorite chai memory with N is from last year when we went to Nepal and were introduced to the most heavenly masala chai ever (I’d had masala chai before but Nepal was playing in a different hot-beverage-league altogether). One of the days, we went to Sarangkot (I’ve talked about this very briefly on the blog before) which is the highest viewpoint in Pokhara (the city we visited in Nepal), hoping to catch the sunrise against the Pokhara valley.
We woke up at 4:30 in the morning to drive up to to the viewpoint. It was pitch dark and we went up winding roads for a good half hour before getting to the spot. A short hike later, we reached the rooftop of a tiny shop where we were supposed to hang out until the good stuff started to happen (the sunrise, guys).
And then our driver got us piping, hot masala chais.
If we were looking for kids at that point, we would have adopted that guy – that’s what he had done for us.
The chai was so kickass, you guys. When N and I have a really good cup of chai, it’s a definite highlight and this one was killing it. We hung out on plastic chairs, sipped our ryan-gosling-level masala chais and watched the color of the sky change from black to navy and so many more shades of blue.
N and I stayed back for quite some time even after the sun was way up in the sky and people had mostly left. We ordered another round of masala chais and hung out in the middle of the clouds just chatting. Anyone else may have been disappointed that they never got to see the mountain ranges (which are absolutely stellar in pictures by the way) but for us it was about the moment and the experience.
If you ask either one of us about our favorite chai memory, both of us go back to that sunrise masala chai action in a second. It was speshul. Now tell me about your favorite chai memory, thanks so much.