Is it Wood Apple, or is it Marmite?
Our attentive host has packed us a nice breakfast, as we embark on an early morning trek to World's End. The hike is good, the views from World's End are as spectacular as we imagined. And now we are thirsty.
There are 6 small tetra packs of an alien fruit juice in our breakfast. The labelling is not in English, but we recognize the photo as a wood apple. The last time we saw a wood apple, we were in Kaziranga National Park in India, where the naturalist told us how the elephants relished this fruit. But after a sip each of the tepid wood apple juice, it dawns on us that perhaps the elephant is not a mammal with refined taste.