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  • A coconut from my tree reminds me of my beach trips. Thailand, Sri Lanka and Bali. Fresh pineapples always remind me of Hawaii where I went as a child with my family. Fresh pineapples on the terrace while taking in the aroma of Hawaii; distant waves crashing on the beach.

    Fresh coconuts make me think of the chop, chop, chop of the big machete cracking open the top, while the sarong wearing vendor smiles on, already thinking if his next sale. The sign 'Monkey Work coconut' and 'Monkey University' leap into my mind making me laugh. I went and saw ...while driving down to krabi from koh samui, there really was a monkey university where monkeys learn to climb trees and liberate them of their coconuts!

    In Sri Lanka the fisherman walking down the beach, approached my travel companion and I, speaking in fluent English, discussed the politics of the region. Almost everything is cooked in coconut oil there.

    And Bali... well that's just a dream. If surfing and beaches and lush green beauty. I don't remember the coconuts there but I'm pretty sure I indulged in some ;)

    Back home a few weeks ago, i cracked open my first coconut. It was as easy as that... chop, chop, chop and a straw. Viola, another memory, of a coconut from a coconut tree.
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