(Continued from previous post… Tahuata, French Polynesia)
Finally, Tiffany made the discovery that lead us down the path of our second great adventure for the day: six coconuts laying about on the island. Actually, they’re lying all over the place, you actually have to work to avoid tripping over them as you walk around. However, it was Tiffany’s idea to bring them back to the boat and attempt to open them. This next video illustrates a fairly simple Polynesian math equation:
1 coconut + 3 gringos + 1 dull machete = hilarity
I remind you all of that footage was from the first coconut. Now, being Americans, we decided that the best way to proceed with the other coconuts is to both increase the number of tools at our disposal and increase the amount of power those tools put out. This met with slightly better results…kind of.
Finally, we took a moment to regroup and figure out what we had learned. Drawing out lessons from our experience so far as: “use a sharp blade over a dull one” and “take the protective husk off first” we refined our process and found some success with the third coconut.
I know, I know, “well, did you do it? Did you make the bikinis?” Allan is hard at work as we speak. I shucked the coconuts and now he’s cutting them to fit Tiffany and Alison. I asked him if I could help but when he started telling me about contour lines and custom cleavage ratios, I backed away very slowly. I thought it would be cool if the ladies wore some coconuts but Allan has much more grandiose ideas. There are measurements going on in his mind that I don’t quite comprehend. This is a man who is putting a great deal of thought and passion into his work. A man unimpressed with the status quo. A visionary, an individual determined to forever leave his mark on the humble custom of coconut bikinis. A person who, in the parlance of my industry, is endeavoring to “take it to the next level.” I applaud his aspiration and look forward to enjoying the fruits of his arduous labor. In short: standby, we’re working on it. Don’t you worry, I’ll keep on this little project!
Of course, Allan’s wife providing him with a sufficient muse probably did help spark the creative process.