Gaelle came to my bungalow at eight o’clock and continued her teachings. I think I’m an alright student, but it’s a pretty intense (Bislama: “ful on”) course that I’m on this week, with four hours a day of tuition. My concentration starts to wane after the first couple of hours, but Gaelle is patient and we slogged through it.
During our lunch break, we went into town and chatted away in Bislama as she showed me round the market. At some point, she asked me whether I liked “germinated coconuts” (Bislama: “navara”, as pretty much the only Bislama words which don’t have English roots are the words for local foods and plants). My blank stares prompted her to buy a bunch (half a dozen for 100 vatu, about a dollar US). Borrowing a bush knife from a market lady, she cracked one open and showed me the insides. I was expecting coconut water to spray everywhere, but it turns out the coconut water gets used up by the germinating plant, and the nut is filled with a soft, sweet flesh, which I’d describe as a less sweet cross between a marshmallow and an apple. More information on this weird, but tasty, fruit can be found on Wikipedia: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sprouted_coconut
After that, the rest of the day has been uneventful (yet another unsuccessful trip to the bank followed – they want more paperwork and won’t accept any digital copies), so I think I’ll populate the rest of the blog post with pictures of the local drinks I’ve been consuming in order to start refreshed and rehydrated: