I bought a fresh coconut from an old woman in Hampi to reconfirm that I don't like the taste of fresh coconut.  She hacked off the top with a blunt hook knife, a process that took some effort, and I drank the coconut water through a straw.

I finished it and handed the coconut back to her so she could split it in half. She sliced off a chunk of the bottom to serve as a spoon, and then hit it once with the knife on the side.  She turned the coconut over to whack it from the other side, and I stopped her to ask in polite Hindi if I could do it for her.  She looked at me like I was crazy, closed her eyes, and shook her head.  

I still don't like the taste of fresh coconut.