Grabbing Guava

Over the years there has been sensational moments when I’ve been driving, slammed on the breaks and pulled onto a grassy verge spying a clutch of field mushrooms in the distance.

Though never had I dreamed to find a real life guava tree. In all honesty, prior to the weekend, I couldn’t have told you what they looked like. Instead I may have identified their scent from a carton of Rubicon guava nectar purchased in a less than exotic supermarket shelf. 

But here we were in Zimbabwe, tracing monkey's discarded fruit until we stood beneath a tree, dripping with pert, yellow fruit. We gorged like primary school children eating Haribo until the branches were considerably lighter and our tummies were filled to bursting. 

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