What’s Your Favourite Beverage?

Mine is coffee. It’s the absolute top of my list. First thing in the morning, up until the early afternoon, I usually have a cup of coffee on the go somewhere. It’s like my one indulgence.

When I was in Ireland I mentioned that the coffee wasn’t all that great.

My next stop, 20 hours away, took me to a wonderful coffee location: Hawaii!

The Big Island to be exact. This island is famous for its kona coffee, the only place in the United States where coffee is grown. All other coffee is grown in tropical areas like Brazil, Colombia, South-East Asia and places in Africa.

I knew nothing about this before I came. I just heard about the camping next to live lava flows in the Big Island (the island is still growing), and thought it would be a cool adventure.

The camping has been awesome…but lonely. When you camp in a tent on a lava field, there are no crickets, no birds, no trees rustling…no noises of any kind. It’s kind of eerie trying to sleep out there. On the one hand: no bug bites. On the other hand, I’ve never felt such an eerie silence. Next time I’m sleeping with my headphones on!

kona coffee cherries on the branch
kona coffee cherries on the branch

Anyway, since I’ve been here I’ve tried about ten different kona coffees. It’s a smooth coffee, and super flavourful. Now, that may be because the coffee itself is super-fresh. After all, it was grown and processed a couple kilometres away from the restaurants where they serve it. But I loved every drop of it so far.

I went on a coffee tour at a place called Greenwell farms. They take you around to see how the coffees are grown, processed and roasted.
To be honest, the only thing I really knew about coffee before the tour was that it was caffeinated and tasted good. This actually opened my eyes quite a bit.

It also made me wonder about all the other coffee producing countries out there. The countries famous for making coffee are also….quite poor. It made me wonder about the coffee I drink every morning, and the international trade agreements, price fluctuations, and other nonsense that gets between the coffee farm itself and my cup in Canada.

When I get home I’ll order kona coffee as much as I can. It costs a bit more, but it’s going to actual American workers who make a living off of this. I don’t mind paying more if it means I’m not horribly exploiting anyone.

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