Rambutan

And the day welcomes me with a warm salamat pagi from my host, along with banana pancakes and fresh fruit, whose wonderfully musical names I'm mostly learning for the first time.

Rambutan, water apple, sarlacc.

Every one of them is a refreshing promise of the morning ahead.

Slowly, though, my curiosity about the world beyond this beautiful place begins to pull me away from my little paradise.

And, of course, it has a nut on the inside of it, a seed that you don't want to eat, but you do want to eat the flesh of the rambutan.

All right, take it away, choir.

Rambutan,

rambutan.

All right, Bobby Locke sent me that CD a long time ago with a Rambutan song on it.

He said, use it on your radio show.

Well, here I am years later using it on the podcast.

Thank you, Bobby Locke, Rambutan.