Got back to our jungalow (still funny) and saw a football-sized hole in the thatched roof of our little outdoors bathroom. Turns out a coconut had come loose and fallen through it. Like straight through. Coconuts, I now know, have the consistency of freaking motorcycle helmets.
Luckily we weren't there when it happened, as we were on the beachfront enjoying a giant beer.
Which means one thing.
BEER SAVED MY LIFE.
Thank you beer. Can I buy you one of you?