Both Sri and Sayan claim that India has great coffee. They may be right. But I didn’t find it in Delhi inside my bubble in the Oberoi or the Taj Mahal. In the room I got Nescafe, but even the most pedestrian tea was of excellent quality compared to teas commonly available in the US. At the restaurants and the bars in these two five star hotels, the espresso wasn’t made from an espresso or French roast blend. It was either a mild roast or gawds help us from what tasted like freeze-dried stuff like Nescafe.
In McLeod Ganj, there were actual coffee shops – mostly there to deal with the tourists who were Israeli in majority. The coffee there was better than in Delhi, but by then I had become a tea drinker.
India and the Southern US has something in common when it comes to tea. We both like it sweet, very very sweet. The difference is the temperature. Indians drink hot tea; Southerners drink it cold. But we still like our tea to be as close to sugar syrup as possible.
On other fronts, former ibiblian Kyle aka Clark aka Beastie sends links to about 15 pages of photos covering his trans-Siberian trip. He found more Lenin statues that I found on my trip to Siberia.