7/6 – So, here we are for a lazy month on a tropical island. The days blend together, with walks in the mornings, swimming in the afternoons, and sea gazing in the evenings. We read for hours every day, thanks to Overdrive and Kindle. We are taking advantage of the great wifi to catch up on Netflix – we’re halfway through the third season of House of Cards. We talk to tourists as they come and go – most are from Germany and Scandinavia. We eat at little open-air restaurants – our resort has the best one, the Bamboo Hut. Nothing happens here, and that is okay with us.
One morning, we hiked over to the Bang Bao fishing village to get some supplies. We bought some groceries, including a bunch of the little, sweet bananas we like so much. As we walked back toward our beach with our plastic grocery bags, we spied some monkeys by the side of the road. Please excuse the fuzzy shot, but how often do you see a monkey on a motorbike? This monkey will become significant in a minute…
I joked to Jim that the monkeys were waiting for him to offer them a banana. All of a sudden, Jim yelled and swung the plastic grocery bag, which now had a big monkey attached, holding on to the bananas with all four feet and screeching! OMG! He was trying to steal our bananas! I wish I could say I provided some assistance in fighting off the attacker, but truth to tell, I dropped my bag and ran backwards, leaving poor Jim to deal with the monkey. He was not cute, and looked a lot bigger up close. Jim kicked at it once as he dropped the bag, then kicked it again before the monkey let go of the bag, and scurried back to the other side of the road to join his mates. I was still yelling OMG! while checking to see if Jim had been scratched or bitten – who knows what diseases monkeys carry? Jim was okay. The big monkey hunched on the other side of the road with his buddies, hissing at us. He was mad! I was afraid he would run at us again, so I raised my arms up over my head (making myself appear larger – I think I read this in an article about what to do if attacked by a bear) and hissed right back at him. He and his monkey gang stayed on the other side of the road, and we power-walked home, pumped with adrenaline, Jim looking forward, and me looking back.
Sorry to say, there is no photographic evidence of this incident. After the blurry pic, I totally forgot to preserve any part of this story for posterity, so here is an Internet pic of hissing monkeys:
Here is the sign at our village that someone must not have heeded:
See? Didn’t I tell you this post would be exciting?