It had rained the other day perhaps. The clay road was at it's mischievous best designing artistic shapes of all sizes. Meanwhile the driver contemplated the best way to maneuver us through, all I could see till the horizon was Pineapple plantation. The scaled delight guarded by thorny long leaves. Ubiquitous spread like a contagion.
At the camp, we sat down deliberating methodologies to help the locals to get better value for their pineapples. Local honey was offered to everyone. The legend was apparently true. The honey was pineapple flavored, a beautiful symbiosis of flora and fauna.
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