Tag: Western Ghats

I rather enjoyed re-visiting India via my blog the other week. So I went and dug out the diary I faithfully kept. The events it describes have never yet seen the light of day. For the first ten days I was with the group of people my ex-brother-in-law had put together, to explore aspects of rural Indian life, focussing on small producers working in traditional and organic ways. We had no internet access during that period.

I’ve decided to share my diary with you. This will take several Fridays. I’m pleased that I kept such a detailed record of a piece of personal history, and of a country I’d never visited. I wonder how dated this account would seem to the current traveller?

Tea Plantation Day

18th November 2007

Tea Plantation day! We set off later than we should have – who knows why? Led by Ravi, who pointed out vine snakes, trees, all sorts.  We were VERY late at Ludwig’s and he had to go out soon.  I was pretty annoyed, and I suspect L was too.  He’s German, but has lived and worked here for many years.

Still, he showed us the coffee production process: collect beans, dry them, rub off ‘cherry’ coating (big producers wash this off – superior, but expensive), winnow, size-grade by riddling and store till roasting.  His roasting machine, powered by gas, is the sort you still see from time to time.

We were shown the tea sheds, but that, it seemed, was that, apart from seeing the tea-picking, then seeing a Hindu temple.  Ludwig offered that we could see tea processing in the afternoon and I accepted straight away, and so did C and M. L offered a simple lunch.

Tea production is not well-established here, so the pickers don’t have the experience of those in other areas. When we saw the workers, we were surprised to see them take more than the first couple of leaves, and it proved we were right – this batch will only be fit for lower-grade tea.

Then along another long walk to see the Sacred Grove and Temple.  It’s been long neglected, but its bright colours are still evident.  We had to approach, shoeless, via a long green passageway which was apparently the established home of a crew of leeches (which we found out about the hard way).

On the way back, Ci felt ill, so we stopped at a village shop for refreshments, and to phone for a taxi for her. After that, our paths divided.  The others went home, and M, C and I returned to Ludwig’s. He was out, but had arranged a simple lunch which we ate at one of his guest lodges (he’s currently building another, out of mud bricks).  

After that, the women began work on the tea leaves.  For green tea, you steam the leaves briefly.  This arrests the fermentation process.  Then the leaves are pounded – this doesn’t take long – till they become shredded.

For conventional tea, the leaves are first dried – only for an hour or two, before the pounding process.  This is long and hard, and involves a huge three and a half foot long pestle, and the woman at the mortar beneath constantly moving the material from the edges to the centre.  Then the mixture is dried.

There is enough of a local market for this organic tea to make it viable for Ludwig to employ  ten people all the year round.  They also work in his paddy field and care for his cattle.  Typically, workers in larger plantations are only employed seasonally. Ludwig doesn’t own his farm: as a non-Indian, he can’t, but he has an Indian sponsor from whom he rents it.

On our way home we saw egrets, parakeets and various birds we couldn’t identify, as well as lots of frogs.  Hornbills too.

Oh yes!  In the afternoon, while talking to L, we suddenly heard the cicadas in the trees.  The noise grew and grew, reaching a crescendo so loud we had to raise our voices: then as suddenly died down.  Extraordinary. This YouTube video gives some idea of it.