Then three things happened simultaneously: My
camera clicked and flashed, Johnny began honking, and the bolo-brandishing
old hag caught sight of me and began screaming what I took to
be a suitable selection of blood-curdling pinoy threats.
Feeling a great deal of unwanted attention focusing
on me very suddenly, I decided that a quick sprint back to the
car was probably a great idea under the circumstances - discretion
being the better part of valour and all ..... and so I did,
greatly hampered by a fit of giggles.
Johnny hadn't witnessed this Durian Drama and
was understandably curious. I'd disappeared, only to come rushing
back, yelling "Go - go - GO!" after which I giggled
hysterically for the next 15 km....
I only managed to take this single photograph
of the event. Asking several Filipinos and other South East
Asians about this novel way of opening their national fruit
has reduced them to helpless tears of laughter too.
Regrettably, it seems that hacking a durian
open is the way to go. No jumping or tossing or other physical
exertion is required.... What a pity, life would be so much
more entertaining!
Sharon Marcussen
Mindanao 1999