Interesting side note, the crowds were actually pretty stiff so I had taken to surfing around noon when everyone else was inside dodging the heat. One day I got out of the water courting a heat stroke (one of the local surfers had gone down in the rocks it was so bad) and the grounds caretaker took a look at me, picked up a coconut and took his machete to it and a few strokes later handed it to me. This guy was in his 60's. I'm thinking he was in the war and had seen the worst of it. I got to talking to him a little and yeah. He'd been around the block. The owner of the place filled me in a little further.
Anyway, the guy moved like a man 30 years younger. He was cut, ripped, buff and could work like a machine. He cut the lawn with a machete. The owner told me he tried to get the guy to use a lawn mower but he refused. I came out one morning at 0 dark thirty and the guy is doing one armed pushups. There were some rope loops hanging from the eves and I learned that was where he did his one armed pull ups. On a rope. Try that sometime.
Anyway, I learned the guy ate no processed food. Everything he took in came out of the ocean or from the animals he had raised, his veggie garden and the fruit trees. Dirt poor by our standards, but wealthy where it counted.