I love hiking. Every year I pack my tent, gas stove, trail food and a small jar of instant coffee and go on a multi-day trek in complete northern wilderness with my best friend.
While I do love my small-batch locally roasted coffee on a Sunday morning at home, I must concur that as an experience it just pales in comparison to the instant coffee sipped in camp on a mountain side – surrounded by bird songs of dawn, the amazing views, the smell of morning dew on grass and only the pure excitement for the coming day ahead in my mind.
Anything more complicated than instant coffee would just rob that moment of what is important, which is not the nuances of the taste of the coffee itself.
- community centres where the coffee is made by volunteers and typically costs 50 pence
- anywhere that I'm invited into a social group that includes drinking coffee of whatever quality
- visiting friends who aren't coffee snobs
- visiting a workplace to promote my own stuff
- waiting to get my tyres fixed and its Maxpax but it's free