Tuesday, November 20, 2012
When I was planning my trip I hoped I'd see a lot of monkeys. Dozens of monkeys, everywhere, doing the usual crazy monkey stuff -- swinging from trees, interfering with traffic, stealing peoples' hats. Instead I've seen exactly three monkeys, and they were just stupidly sitting on a sidewalk next to a food vendor, waiting for a free handout. I thought, "Damn you, Obama."
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When I lived in Africa (Peace Corps) I had a couple of friends who misguidedly got a monkey as a house pet. It loved to run up the curtains, sit at the top, and shit down them. It also stole things including Bill's upper plate, which it snapped in half, necessitating its being shipped to Paris for repair, and two days after it came back the monkey broke it again. The monkey was big on stealing things from the neighbors' homes (and they were very poor people) and bringing them home, so it wasn't the best ambassador. Leave 'em in the jungle; they're not good neighbors in town.
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