(...by guest blogger Writa)

On Sunday Zon and I caught a ride to the beach and played a long game of frisbee.  Yeah, we are pretty damn good too in case if you are wondering.  We can both catch with the left and the right, that is some refined hippy shit mon.  

After a stint, we met up with some new friends, Chucky and Pork Chop.  After a long swim in the aqua blue and a sit on the white beach, Chucky challenged me to a game of 'climb the coconut tree'.  Now just think back to my previous emails.  I do believe i mentioned my new found obsession of climbing coconut trees.  Well, searching the web for climbing techniques actually paid off.  So as you all know me, i am not one to say no... hell no!  I accepted and we all trucked over to a nice sized (looked small from afar) coconut palm, back in the bush.   After scraping our legs on some sea grape and tangling my hair in a mess we made it the glorious tree.  Now the locals laugh at me, but after all, its a whole lot taller than me and it was kind of intimidating.  The ground around the tree was covered with old palm fronds and the tree was ripe with large coconuts.  Chucky cheered me on and stood patiently beside me as i tried a few times to begin my ascent.  Finally on the third time, I managed not to slide back down.  I used the front foot method if you were all wondering, i couldn't perform at my best in the frog method.  Slowly, as Zon gritted her teeth and stood in silence gulping and Pork Chop...well...just stood because that's all he ever does,  I struggled with all my strength to pull myself up in my red string bikini.

I made it all the way up with the fatherly coaching of Chucky.  Unfortunately, I had not thought about the hair and i have a lot of it.  My hair was like a nest in between the fronds and I was barely able to make it up on the last pull.  However, thanks to Pilate's incorporated I swung myself up in to the belly of this life giving tree.  Checky kept repeating, "Just chill and sit, get your breath".  I did and then I took his further instructions to begin kicking coconuts with my bare feet off of their stems.  I managed to kick and push down five, my holy number. 

When I decided I was done and that I wanted to stretch no more to push them off, I looked down at the inevitable decent that we all hate.  They looked so small down there with their little heads and Zon's distant 'oh shit' face.  Chucky just kept saying, "i won't let you fall, no worries, no worries".  I believed him, after all he is a seasoned professional.

 I started down after situating myself just right, holding on to two fronds by their base and sliding off of another only to feel the beginning of a bikini wedgie just in time.  I started to lose my strength a bit and Chucky braced the pads of my feet for support as I slid down the remaining tree.  I was shaky and soar(soar for two days) but the experience was all worth it.  Hiking back through the bush with my coconuts in hand, i felt like a bonafied bad-ass.  You too can feel this way, just try climbing a tree.

Zon and I took two of them home, and Zon swore to chucky that she will be the climber next Sunday.  now we wait for pay day to purchase our first machete and crack in to our two shiny green trophies.