Word: teas
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...accident in 1988, millions of people languished behind the Iron Curtain, Americans practiced nuclear shelter drills, and students had to navigate the Dewey decimal system—a life unimaginable today. In Jan’s words, “When I went into a coma there was only tea and vinegar in the shops, meat was rationed and huge petrol queues were everywhere. Now I see people on the streets with cell phones and there are so many goods in the shops it makes my head spin...
...People wonder how we lived here. But we were self-sufficient. We didn't drink, we didn't smoke. Any little bit of money you had, you had to use wisely otherwise you had none," says Corduff, 53, drinking tea in his kitchen as he muses on the strange course of events that made him, first a jailbird, then a national hero and, earlier this month, took him to San Francisco to collect $125,000 as winner of the prestigious Goldman Environmental Prize...
...lorries stream through the steel gates carrying away tons of soft turf being stripped away in search of solid ground on which to build the Ballinaboy refinery, a handful of campaigners huddle nearby in a converted horse trailer, fortifying themselves with hot tea, iced buns and buttered fruit loaf. At the gates a few gardai stand around looking glum and bored, with a wistful eye perhaps on their colleagues in the warm, dry police van parked nearby. The arrival of a reporter and a photographer produces a flurry of activity. When a dozen or so protesters make for the gates...
...skyscraper, Cheung guides guests--free of charge or tip--on what he calls "a wow walk" designed to help them feel at ease in the buzzy Causeway Bay neighborhood. He points out affordable cafés for lunch, the fastest routes to Prada and Dior as well as Ying Kee Tea House, where guests can stock up on oolong blends to relieve jet lag. (There's a kettle in the room back at the hotel.) Cheung also times the hourlong walk to coincide with a touristy treat: the Jardine's gun's noon salute, dating back to the early days...
...library, this is the kind of enigmatic, open-all-day place Paris does so wonderfully well. I've had every type of meal there: breakfasts of croissants, orange juice and piping-hot fresh coffee; lunchtime feasts of moules marinières and chips washed down with Puligny-Montrachet; afternoon tea while reading English newspapers; and sumptuous four-course dinners upstairs in the cozy main dining room. Never once have I left feeling unsated...