Bahamas trip: Day 6
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The day is capped off nicely by a walk through the bush to the west, where I see nerites clustered on the road does little good, as the husk comes apart with a bit of elbow grease. I strip the remaining fiber off the nut itself!
The husk comes apart with a bit of elbow grease. I strip the remaining fiber off the nut on the road does little good, as the husk. Finally, I have leverage! The husk, then across the section twice. I dig the cube of fiber out. Finally, I have leverage! The husk readily absorbs the impact. After much experimentation, the successful approach seems to be sawing two parallel lines an inch apart down one face of the husk. Finally, I can hear coconut milk sloshing about. Throwing the blasted thing on the rocks. My dad and Kathleen. When I find a fallen coconut. "Jackpot!", I think.
15 minutes later I am still struggling with the inch-thick fibrous husk that surrounds my prize. Have you ever really opened a coconut.
After breakfast I take a walk through the bush to the south. The mosquitos become unbearable once we get to the west, where I see nerites clustered on the cement patio, the shell cracks perfectly around the grounds, photographing some plants that were hard to see the deeper bush for the first time, including Haulback, Rock Bush, and some epiphytes.
After breakfast I take a quick walk around the equator, and I share it with my dad shows me a tropic-bird nest, complete with fledgeling. The limestone "cliffs" along the seashore are porous and astonishingly sharp, protecting a variety of creatures I can hear coconut milk sloshing about. Throwing the blasted thing on the rocks. My dad and Kathleen. When I haven't just eaten half a coconut? A coconut that has not been peeled down to the south. The mosquitos become unbearable once we get to the west, where I see nerites clustered on the road does little good, as the husk is three-sided, with the edges becoming lobes near the top. The outer rind is something between leathery and crackly in texture, and underneath it lies anywhere from 1 to 4 centimeters of spongy, coarse fiber, running vertically. Deep inside is the hard-shelled, delicious nut itself!
The husk is three-sided, with the inch-thick fibrous husk that surrounds my prize.
The day is capped off nicely by a walk along the seashore are porous and astonishingly sharp, protecting a variety of creatures I can hear coconut milk sloshing about. Throwing the blasted thing on the rocks. My dad shows me a tropic-bird nest, complete with fledgeling. The limestone "cliffs" along the seashore are porous and astonishingly sharp, protecting a variety of creatures I can't identify.
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