On Artuero Island we discovered a family grinding fresh coconuts to extract the oil for cooking. Doug mentioned that he loved fresh coconut milk and, before we knew it, folding chairs were pulled out for us and a young man with a massive machete was wrapped around a coconut tree, saying a prayer, before climbing up to hack down coconuts for Doug. I think it would be fair to say that it will never get any fresher than having someone climb up and chop them down for you. We convinced one kid to carry five back for us and Doug was in heaven.
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