To be with all the other bananas of course!
Due to it’s simple abundance at any time of the year waltzing around central America could make you think that the banana ranks low in the esteem ratings. They are everywhere, any time you want and the price – well they are a real steal but that is not to take away from the lifelong value with which I have always revered them.
It all began as a child when we heard with childhood boredom time and again from our father that there used to be a man with a barrow standing outside Her Majesty’s Devonport Naval Dockyard in Plymouth on a Friday just at clocking off time where my father’s father worked and received his weekly pay packet. This, apparently, was always his first easy consumer decision of the new spending week. Six pence bought a bunch of seven and probably could not have been money better spent for the family. As there was a family of four I now wonder how they arranged the seven to be divided each week. Funny how so many years later the boredom turns to interest and curiosity. So cemented in my childhood learnings and such a genuine fixture in the family memory archives that it is hard to imagine that the man and his barrow are still not there.
In Costa Rica, at least, the banana retains its position of importance, enough even to halt the traffic!
Travelling along on a typical semi-tropical Costa Rican road our bus was brought to a casual but seemingly natural stop of near homage as we witnessed the bananas rush from one side of the road to the other.
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