True, there were PG Tips & Tetley teabags in the local supermarket but if you're looking for a really decent cup of tea it seems that Fuertaventura is not the place to find it. I am constantly amazed at the way that cafes outside of the UK have a varied supply of tea bags that seem to be English: Lipton; Big Ben; etc. But despite the names they're brands that you never get served in a cafe here. Anyway, deciding that no tea was better than bad tea I stuck to other things - mainly water given the sweltering temperatures.
So when I got home a couple of days ago I was gagging for a cuppa and was somewhat disappointed to discover that Coffee Boy had finished off two of my favourite black teas. Not to be dissuaded from my mission I blended a couple of my more robust teas - an Assam Superb from Fortnum & Mason and a really tasty Ceylon Tea that a friend brought me back from Sri Lanka - and fired up the kettle.
A few long minutes later there it was, a good old cup of tea. It was delicious. And I haven't really stopped drinking tea since I got back. In the three days I've been home I've crammed in a pu erh, a white tea with jasmine, an oolong and numerous cups of black tea with milk. I really don't want to turn into someone that takes Branston Pickle, Marmite and Heinz Baked Beans on holiday but next time I go to the kind of tourist destination that is beloved of people who don't want to eat and drink "foreign muck" I'll be the one with a small tin of tea in my suitcase. And if it's the first step down a slippery slope so be it: a really good cup of tea is a treat too fantastic to go without.