The reason the place is called Monkey Mountain is because it's some sort of monkey sanctuary. When you get a little way up the hill, you'll see them everywhere - small, large, some with their babies hanging under their bellies. Some look interested, some bored and yet others downright hostile. Quite often they're engaged in behavior that appears very much human in nature, such as opening bottles or peeling fruit. Other times they're chasing their own tails and you realize they're just glorified Swedes.
"What's this, then?"
"Sniff, sniff"
This little fella was playing with a rock.
Kaew bought a bucket of fruit, which was met with immediate and enthusiastic approval by all monkeys here gathered.
This one was already hooked on beer.
Stuffing face.
Two little charmers. Dogs beat monkeys every time.
I have no earthly clue what these giant, plastic dinosaurs had to do with either the monkeys or the Buddhist temple. You'll see a lot of stuff in Thailand that jars something awful with western senses. Or common sense, as it's also called.
Friday, February 24, 2012
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