(This is part of an ongoing series chronicling memories of my life growing up as a missionary kid in Vanuatu. For links to previous posts you can go here)
Apparently the juice is also full of lots of good things. Pa told me that during WW2 war hospitals in PNG used it as IV fluid when they ran out to rehydrate patients.
When the juice is finished you can open up the coconut to eat the thin slimy flesh. It’s no easy feat to open up the coconut. If you’re skilled you can hit it with the back of thick machete and split it in half. I liked to throw the coconut onto our cement veranda to break it. Several hard throws against the concrete was enough to crack the shell.