With a more homely fruit like, say, apples, I grasp the idea that someone picked them, packed them, shipped them from an orchard. But somehow tropical fruit doesn’t seem like it came from an actual plant.
Every Sri Lankan town has dozens of open-air fruit and vegetable stands. A feast of color. Tangerines, lemons, papayas split open to show the coral-colored flesh. Coconuts with outer husks of bright orange. Avocado, lime, mango. And right beside them, bright red apples, mingling with green beans, Brussels sprouts and carrots–the mountains of Sri Lanka are cool enough for all kinds of crops you don’t associate with coconut palms and mango trees.