Joe Tiger

Joe Tiger. Well if there was ever a Tea shop shark, he was it.
Ed and I were making our way to the large Carrefors Shop for some simple grocery shopping, when we were accosted a small, happy and overly friendly Chinese man. Haha, I smelt a rat!
He happily took us to a hole in the wall restaurant, for a cheap feed and then dragged us off to a Tea shop to show us the tastes of Kunming. We happened apon a lovely little shop and were force fed cups and cups of tea. All of verying types. I was almost a breaking piont when the umpteenth pot was brewing. Even though we had a shark in our midst, Ed and I were quite appreciative of his knowlege. As it happened, we were both in the market for some great tea and if this guy was going to make a commission, so be it. I guess in the end we both proffited from a afternoon of drowning in a tea based scam. I did draw the line when he was getting a bit pushy about us buying a wheel of tea as an investment! What?
Anyway, after the Tea and a bursting bladder, we were pretty keen to lose our Tiger mate for a little RnR. We had to make some silly excuse to escape the claws of tiger, before he tried to drag us off to some other suggested shop of sorts. Otherwise this was going to be an expensive afternoon!