You Put the Lime In The Coconut

Last night at the (world famous) Los Angeles Adventurers club ( members and their invited guests celebrated either a retirement or a birthday party, this morning after recovering, I know not which.  What is clear though is that my friend, Bob Silver, the host with the mostess, paid for a whole lot more than just coconuts.

To correctly follow this story, first let me tell you about Bob; probably the original Bob, aka Robert H.I. Silver, aka Bob, aka Drip-dry Man, aka gold prospector, aka, seller of the worlds first most expensive car in Los Angeles, hiker of continents, USMC, etc.

Bet you didn’t know that the U.S.A in the 1960’s had an International Surfing team?  Guess who was also on it –                   Bob Silver…………….and I have yet to begin to scratch the surface, on the adventurous life and accomplishments of this one man!

Wit or to wit!  There is no equal.  During many a presentations at the club, where not a pin could be heard dropped; Bob suddenly out of no where remarks with a comment that, well, without effort, suddenly erupts the room, similar to a droid attack.

Suddenly, this den of accomplished and distinguished adventurers, roar with laughter, not so very different from elementary school days.  At times, I too, felt for the speaker, but not for Bob’s way of possibly getting the boring, dull, or as Bob would say (where’s the Adventure!) speaker back on track or to loosen up!

Over the years I’ve seen the surfer profile s l o w l y, deterioriate, but not the wit, it’s all still there, though maybe with a short time delay.

Besides a little coconut, prime rib and peas, dinner and some great entertainment was had by all; almost forgot – dessert consisted of darian fruit.


The mighty king of all fruits was sampled by many and adored by most for its custard like taste.  This fruit can grow about a foot long weighing more than most Florida avocadoes or mangoes (about 2 to 7 pounds).

Its shape ranges from oblong to round, the colour of its husk green to brown, and its flesh pale yellow to red, depending on the species.  The edible flesh emits a distinctive odour that is strong and penetrating even when the husk is intact.



Some people regard the durian (600 year old fruit) as having a pleasantly sweet fragrance; others find the aroma overpowering and revolting, possibly, at times, much like the man – Hi Ho!

It can also be said that the smell be can similar to rotten onions, turpentine, or raw sewage.  And that my friends is why in your travels to foreign lands you may see signs banishing this great, King of all fruits from many Asian hotels and public transportation.   Better yet;


Put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up
You put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up
You put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up
You put the lime in the coconut and call the doctor woke him up
I said Doctor! Is there nothing I can take
I said Doctor! To relieve this bellyache
I said Doctor! Is there nothing I can take
I said Doctor! To relieve this bellyache


Bob treated or mistreated us (according to some – not all) to his travels to India (circa 1962-1965) whereby he literally walked the then British created map of India carrying the first aluminum backpack in the world – made specifically for Hi Ho Silver by the then not so famous Kelty of the backpacking world!

Many moons ago Bob told me while I was preparing for my thru-hike of the Pacific Crest trail that when he got tired of carrying all the gear his Kelty could hold he simply found a burro.  This worked out well for a while till the burro got smart and sat right down on the Kelty breaking the aluminum.  Bob said he thought for a moment, where could I get aluminum welded – then he proceeded to walk right onto the airport in India; with a burro and broken backpack in tow.

If you backpack and you are of a decent ripe old age then you know Kelty.  I was issued one of these same backpacks during my USAF Survival training days (circa 1975).  All in all this world class adventurer roamed across 60 countries covering some 80,000 miles, and not all on his two feet, but on railroads.


Mister Doctor man I think I’m going insane
My girl’s been creepin’ on me and my heart is filled with pain
Now I can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t stop this funky beat
Can’t you hear it she keeps playing in my head
Baby You really drive me coconuts
Tell me, what am I gonna do?


His book titled, “The Adventurers of the Drip-Dry Man” is still available on Amazon however, the drip dry suit should give you a clue as to this mans creativeness.  He carried a what I believe was polyester suit in his backpack, obviously not neatly folded.  When unpacked, presto, it magically lost most its folds and wrinkles.  Another creativeness genius of this backpacker was a British two pound typewriter.  The word “chit” comes to play here.  Bob would type up a “chit” to suit his misadventure and since the populous was mostly illiterate in reading the English language the chit could mean anything, from a “get out of jail” card to a “first class” passenger train ticket.


Woooo Woooo
Is there nothing I can take
Wooo Wooo
To relieve this bellyache, I said
Oh Wooo Wooo
Is there nothing I can take I said
Wooo Wooo
To relieve this bellyache I said
Yeah Yeah
Is there nothing I can take I said
Wah Wahh




About trawlercat

Retired and now moving on from the cruising life jeeps, adventure bike, gardening, and travel. Always in search of the next great adventure!
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