18 September 2009
Avoiding the monkeys is taking some effort...nasty little things. I'm no animal lover, god knows. But surely failure to evolve into creatures that value hygiene and stand upright isn't reason for humans to get all excited about them? Everyone else seems charmed. Apparently the monkeys here are only afraid of men who pretend to shoot them with a slingshot (and I'm assuming this was a hard-learned lesson) so of course Dave and Rich and Denis have been doing this regularly. Personally, I think the monkeys are laughing at all of us.
David and I went round to the isolated beach at the bottom of the peninsula yesterday, wandering along the mangrove-y East Side on the way. It's no beauty, but dramatic and quite cool. The lovely beach at Phra Nang is also home to a grotto-shrine dedicated to the spirit of a drowned princess. The local fisherman (Muslim and Buddhist alike) bring her offerings of carved penises and Fanta. Awesome. I really feel like more religions should be giggle-inducing. The world would be a better place.
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Monica - if the only thing you learn from this trip is how not to throw a tanrum at losing Trivial Pursuit, I'll be very proud of you!
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