bouri

Updated: July 11, 2026

The banks or rather limits of the current were thickets of water grass six feet high, its roots sunk in ooze. Here and there a rise of ground betrayed itself in a few cocoanuts, the ragged fans of tall bouri palms, or a plume-like clump of bamboo and the hospitable shade of a magnificent mango tree. The atmosphere was close and muggy, and now and then a shower pattered down on us.

Mary Helen Fee - A Woman's Impression of the Philippines