After breakfast one day, I caught something out of the corner of my eye.
It was the coconut man, headed up the tree with rope and machete in hand.
One by one, he climbed the palms barehanded.
At each tree’s top, he’d tie the rope to the coconut bunch, then skillfully chop and lower the bunch to the ground.
I watched as he climbed tree after tree, harvesting coconuts.
And then he spotted me. And a little showing off was in order.
That coconut man has some serious ab strength.