Numi's Temple of Heaven Gunpowder Green Tea on the other hand - very reminiscent of a hot greasy Manila jeepney in April; or clunky non-airconditioned bus for that matter. The taste reminds me of noxious diesel fumes addled with machine grease and general human odors audaciously floating about, then the heart of the "green" flavor slowly reveals itself through the smoke. I'm not sure I like this one, but a taste of the memory of Manila's public transportation system is certainly amusing!
Oh the fun I've had on the backs of buses where many a born again Christian gave me their speils and asked me to bag my camping trips so that I could attend their weekend service. Or, offered to lend me their book about why I was so dead wrong in my current choice of religion (never tell them you are an atheist - you will never hear the end of it!). But I must admit my admiration for their drive and focus. It takes a lot of guts to stop college students dead in their tracks and start a religious discussion in the middle of a busy street (and in Manila!). It also takes a lot to be truly dedicated in the recruiting process - imagine converting rowdy, alcholic, drug-using college types - but often enough, I've witnessed that these types are the easiest targets of all; weak in spirit and in need of human support. Perhaps it does them good.
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