Victor, our driver from the Serena Inn, hooked us up with George, who has an air-conditioned taxi, to drive us across the island to the Shooting Star resort on the east coast. We asked him to stop on the way so we could take a short spice tour. George said he knew a guy.
Mr. Paulo met us on one of the government owned spice plantations where they grow cinnamon, cloves, vanilla, cardamom, turmeric, ginger, lemons and limes, lemongrass, bananas, coconuts, star fruit, jackfruit, jasmine, peppercorn, chilies, and these furry red things that women used to break open and smear across their lips in place of lipstick:
Mr. Paulo walked us around for an hour and we were followed by two boys, around 15-years-old, who wove presents out of banana leaves for us:
James climbed a tree for us:
So we could drink coconut juice and eat the pulp—we each felt very obligated to eat/drink the whole thing, even though we didn’t really want to. These were not the brown furry coconuts that have more of a milk in them. These had more of a coconut water, refreshing and all, but there was a lot of it.
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