The truck halted on the grassy track along the edge of Aunu’u, and Tino gave the orders. Shalom macheted down a small tree to knock a set of green coconuts free, and Francis shimmied up the palm trunk to loose them from above. They sliced off the tops and handed each of us one to drink.
It’s the purest, clearest water there is, Tino said. God blessed us this way.
He taught us how to use the shell to scoop out the meat and eat it. This is the Samoan way, he said. Now you try.