the nearest bartender is several hundred feet below us, back on the shores of Bluefields Bay on the lush southwest coast of Jamaica. But no worries — we’ve got our local guide Feldon, who shimmies 10 metres up a palm tree and tosses down four coconuts to quench our thirst. Once he’s back on the ground, a couple of hacks with Feldon’s knife reveals the clear water locked inside the unripe fruit. It’s sweet, refreshing and even replaces some of the electrolytes we’ve lost on our mid-morning journey. The only thing it’s missing is a shot of rum and a cocktail umbrella.