The day of the 20th was going to be downtime. We'd been basically sleepless for two abbreviated timezone-shifting nights, but we were trying to bull through it with melatonin, so we weren't going to crumble into bed until evening.
This meant caffeine. And why not try out the tiffin? And, while at it, why not evangelize the inlaws for good tea?
So the kit was unpacked in my brother-in-law's big apartment in a new building on the southeastern fringes of Calcutta. Whew, nothing broken. The inlaws sat there and politely accepted what they probably thought absurdly small cups of multiple steeps of a couple of oolongs. They found the tea, uh, interesting, but, even in my sleep-deprived state, I could tell that the whole thing was a bit strange to them and they would've preferred "normal" Indian tea.
But the tea helped keep me awake until 8 PM, after which came the twelve-hour conk-out to prepare me for the first really important tea event of the trip.
/Lew