Yesterday Chuck and I went on a “downhill bike tour”, more about that in the next few posts.
The tour included a stop at a coffee plantation, where we got a perfunctory tour of some plants,
a peek into the traditional methods of producing coffee,
a viewing of the beans in various stages (including freshly pooped out by a luwak or civet),
and a tasting of all the things we might choose to buy on the way out.
It was fine, in a cruise ship attraction kind of way.