In Lihue, Kauai, where we live, the local mango season is winding down. Imagine my surprise when I learned that in the northern seaside town of Hanalei, a mango festival celebrating this glorious fruit was scheduled to take place this past Sunday. And take place it did! And it seemed like the entire island had shown up. Given the hundreds of parked cars and pickups, and the fact that the festival ran from 11 a.m. to 5 p.m., I’m estimating a few thousand people attended. When I asked a couple visiting Kauai how they learned of the festival, they said they just happened to be driving by and wanted to experience something non-touristy. Lucky them!
Aug 11, 2022·edited Aug 11, 2022Liked by Greg Patent
My husband grew up in the hills of Panama. They had a mango tree, and one of the tasks he and his brother had was to gather the rotten mangos that had dropped from the tree. When they are rotten, the mangoes turned black and gooey.
One time, he went to pick up a rotten mango, and it sprouted wings and few away. It was a fruit bat. They love the rotten mangoes and get drunk on them. He happened upon on that had to sleep it off among the mangoes on the ground.
Mouth watering feature, Greg.
My husband grew up in the hills of Panama. They had a mango tree, and one of the tasks he and his brother had was to gather the rotten mangos that had dropped from the tree. When they are rotten, the mangoes turned black and gooey.
One time, he went to pick up a rotten mango, and it sprouted wings and few away. It was a fruit bat. They love the rotten mangoes and get drunk on them. He happened upon on that had to sleep it off among the mangoes on the ground.