Sunday, 10 March 2013

Sour grapes(fruit)

I feel ever so sick from too much saying hello to people. All the locals here are very friendly and I just love saying hello with a wide smile as we saunter past. I imagine it brightens up their day before they're off to the fields, and I'm off to the pool (sorry). But we pass about five people a minute. I get so high on the smiles, and my own so painfully wide, that I shoot up and up and up in mood until as an apple thrown by Einstein, I can't help but tumble down into a terrible malaise.
I was ever so grateful the other day when an old lady sifting sand by the side of the road stopped for her break and decided to feed me her grapefruit. She stuffed so much in my mouth that I couldn't smile for quite a while. But I still got all the smiles in return, as i assume, passers by thought I was quite charming sampling the local fruit.
 
Finding this tactic very useful I've stocked up on other fruit. So far I'm a fan of the local baby bananas, and the inside of a palm nut once some nice man has axed it open for me.

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