On east side of highway. Everything this lady sells is fresh and good.
By way of contrast, I ate a banana from my hotel’s “continental breakfast” table this morning and it left a bad taste in my mouth. Thinking back, I recall that in Costa Rica, one of the world’s big banana producers, the bunches of bananas on the trees are ensconced in blue plastic bags permeated with insecticides. The Ticos call them “condoms.”
The bananas from this stand are small and sweet, with an almost citrus-like tang.
Rambutan fruits. (Not prickly, but soft on the exterior.) Inside is a tangy gelatinous fruit around a large seed.