We put up a tent on the beach on the territory of an expensive hotel, without telling anyone about it, and we sit under a palm tree, uploading new posts to social networks about our travels, using the free Wi-Fi that the hotel has behind us. In the back, hotel workers climb wooden ladders and cut bundles of coconuts from palm trees, which crash to the ground. The hotel director approaches us. At first, we thought that he would inform us that it is forbidden to set up a tent on the hotel beach, but he asks if we are happy here and if everything is in ok, and treats us to two fresh coconuts, which he had just opened with a machete in front of us. And local coconuts, by the way, are not at all like those sold here in the northern hemisphere of the earth, they are either orange or green, and inside they are filled to the brim with delicious tasty juice, and what we are used to seeing as white shavings along the edges of the coconut is still a thin layer of sweet pulp. And here btw they sell these for $2 apiece. So this is the hard life of a traveler, you sit on the ocean shore, in a tent with wifi, and the hotel director treats you to a fresh coconut =)))) Read more
