‘Forget masks and Purell; just crack open a Durian’
A couple of weeks and a lifetime ago, we were birding our way along a highway (and I do mean “high”) up in the mountains of Borneo when a ramshackle car sputtered to a halt on a steep stretch of roadway right alongside us.
Our guide sauntered over to see what was what and reported back that the driver was on his way to the City (in this case, Kota Kinabalu) with a load of fruit to sell. He and his load couldn’t make it up the incline, so he pulled over for a smoke.
Now, we’re in Borneo, remember, so by “load of fruit” I don’t mean a whole batch of apples or pears. Not even pineapples or bananas. Nope, these “fruits” were completely unrecognizable. Our guide Hamit (a name I committed to memory by using the mnemonic “hah! meat!”, because what passed for meat in Borneo was pretty darned amusing) — well, Hamit thought it was pretty darned amusing to offer us tastes of some of these fruits and then watch our faces.
Most of these strange fruits were pretty tasty, if weird-looking (at least to the innocent gringo eye). Like the litchi, which rather resembles a cross between a plum and a sea urchin — and tastes rather like neither.
But then Hamit moved to the rear of the vehicle and had Fruit Man open the trunk.
We should have realized there was something fishy going on with that trunk. For one thing, it smelled fishy. Well, maybe not “fishy”, exactly. More like a septic tank full of fish. Fish that had been laced liberally with garlic. And then left out in the sun for a really really long time.
“What the heck is that?” our little Birder Band collectively gasped. “It’s durian, a Malay delicacy,” Hamit smirked. “Wanna try some?”
Well, before I tell you what happened, here’s what Wikipedia has to say about the durian:
Its odor is best described as pig-shit, turpentine and onions, garnished with a gym sock. It can be smelled from yards away
Yup. That’s about right. But, believe it or not, there were those of us — myself included — who decided to give the durian a go. “Hey, we’re over here for an adventure,” we agreed. “We may never get to Borneo — or get a chance to taste a durian — again!”
Yes, as I mentioned, I too tried a taste. I did not document my durian sampling, since my iPhone-filming hand was busy holding my nose. Suffice it to say that I was not a fan. Even while blocking my nasal passages to avoid the smell I thought it tasted (at best) like creme brulee with a burnt garlic glaze.
Not everyone, of course, agrees. Or no one would be buying Fruit Man’s durian stash. Wikipedia also says:
The nineteenth-century British naturalist Alfred Russel Wallace described its flesh as “a rich custard highly flavoured with almonds”
Apparently, there are many Durian Fans in Southeast Asia who agree with Mr. Wallace. There are Durian Festivals and Durian Fairs and the fruit is used to flavor ice cream and candies and puddings — there is so much Durian Appreciation that social controls have had to be enacted:
The persistence of its odour, which may linger for several days, has led to the fruit’s banishment from certain hotels and public transportation in southeast Asia
So. Maybe if there is a mask shortage and a dearth of Purell, we should just import a bunch of durian and have every man, woman, and school-avoiding child here in the States — particularly in crowded urban areas — crack one open. Trust me, we couldn’t get six feet apart fast enough.
Amagansett, New York. March 2020
6 thoughts on “Social distancing, the Borneo Way”
Six feet??? How about a MILE and 6 feet! I hesitated on even reading your blog this week because I just KNEW that my nose was gonna start wrinkling and I’d have to get out the Neti pot. Heh. Stay safe, stay healthy, Alice!
You stay safe and healthy too! At least this week’s story didn’t have leeches in it. Though, with everything that’s going on in New York right now, being afraid of leeches sounds pretty darned tame.
Ugh. I am not brave about trying different fruits (or much else, as it happens). I blame it on growing up in Ohio, where we had apple trees and pear, and also berries, and so I didn’t get accustomed to, especially, tropical fruits, most of which I can’t take. I told my boys about your bat cave experience–and then we watched a video of a bat peeing! If we ever meet, you’ll be known as the bat-pee-umbrella lady! JK!
Thank you (I think), Becca! I’m with you on the Tropical Fruit Thing. (No to pineapple, but yes to papaya) I love that you watched a video of a bat peeing — much better than experiencing the real thing. But then, I’m not a young boy. Signed, the Bat-Pee-Umbrella Lady xoxo
I first heard of Durian on the program Chopped. That was a mystery ingredient for a dessert round. The chefs discussed its odor in graphic turns.
OMG! I’ll have to stream that episode. Perfect Social Distancing entertainment!