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Seen while cycling around Lake Maninjau...
60 kilometers without a coconut if you don't know to climb to the trees. Of course, there are other things to drink on the way, but I didn't want nor coffee, nor tea, neither soda... I was obsessed by the fact that this was full of coconut trees everywhere but no way to catch one! And I wanted one! Arggh! First, most of the trees had an owner, or were too high, to dream to catch the fruits from it. Finally (after kilometers), the young indo-english studient I was cycling with, and I, found a relatively small coconut tree without owner. As nobody, till then, seemed to be very enthusiastic to catch a coconut for us, we tried to manage the capture by ourselves. To capture the coconut was not an easy task! The soil wasn't very flat but the coconut tree was steep. We tried to shake the branches with a stick, found down in the vegetation, and to convince the coconuts to fall immediately on the ground. No way! The local people passing by, were laughing and they were right: it was laughable. But I was just too thirsty to give up! Finally I succeeded to stop a guy on his motorbike, more curious and compassionate than others (to be true; I was disappointed by the attitude of the local people here, very far from the friendly people I had met on Alor and Timor). He climbed and sent three coconuts down. The Hero of the day! The next thing was: How to cut the coconut to drink the juice without any knife with us? And how to carry a coconut to the not so near next village, when you are riding a bicycle? And still thirsty?...
Aarrgh!