As well as fearing deep water, I am simultaneously fascinated by it. It turns out that Greg has the same relationship with everything monkey. This goes back to a moment in India when three of the blighters brutally ransacked his table while he sat drinking coffee. Having started the process of rehabilitation at the crocodile farm, he had a more intense bout of therapy at our Phi Phi resort.
One morning, a family of around six or seven monkeys came down from the jungle to receive scraps of food from the hotel staff. As normal, the alpha male came to check it out followed by younger and older members of the clan. Greg and I left our breakfast to go and get a better look. As we wandered towards them, Greg obviously got a bit too close to comfort for some of them and one suddenly rushed at him hissing and screeching. This was followed by two others equally hostile. Just when we thought they had calmed down, the big alpha male came running from nowhere and went for him from behind. Now I know monkeys are cute small things, but these were four vicious bastards and he was lucky they were probably more scared than we were. The face-off came to nothing and both sides backed off to lick their psychological wounds. But lets just say, the dreams have started again.....
Hello, I have not posted for ages. Are you still on holiday! Where are the photo's I want to see your hair. Ian says hello and thinks your hair will be great wavy. XX
Posted by: Amanda | Wednesday, 09 November 2005 at 10:16 PM