Lunch at the roadside café-shack is served together with a stick. A sturdy one metre bamboo rod is provided with the meal, "for the monkeys", the owner explains.
The combination of clueless tourists and food has attracted a particularly fearless troop of monkeys, who hassle unsuspecting lunchers. They sit in a tree and watch the people come and go. When a tourist arrives and stops to buy a snack they spring into action. He doesn't get far after leaving the café on the far side of the road. He is holding a pack of biscuits. Two of the group have arranged an ambush and trap him in the middle of the road. It doesn't take an overt threat, he just opens the pack and throws them to the monkey. The café owner is less pleased, he just has to step outside, and the monkeys are off to the tree.
My companions feed the dogs who join us at the table, we recognise the trio from the beach some 5km before. Like most of the dogs in this town they are good natured and delighted by all of the attention they receive from foreign tourists. The monkeys start to get jealous of the food provided, and creep closer along the ground. As my friends note they've done a pretty good hungry act beforehand, staring into the empty paper plates by the road. The dogs are having none of this, and in a flash the monkeys are driven back up the tree. Man's best friend will dies monkey who is boss. After the dogs lose interest a cow wanders over to try and stick it's nose into our table. I tap the cane on the ground, and the nose is withdrawn.
A car full of Indian tourists is jumped on by monkeys, who they feed through slightly opened windows. It's not right, but nobody seems to know that, except me, and the provider of the stick.
The combination of clueless tourists and food has attracted a particularly fearless troop of monkeys, who hassle unsuspecting lunchers. They sit in a tree and watch the people come and go. When a tourist arrives and stops to buy a snack they spring into action. He doesn't get far after leaving the café on the far side of the road. He is holding a pack of biscuits. Two of the group have arranged an ambush and trap him in the middle of the road. It doesn't take an overt threat, he just opens the pack and throws them to the monkey. The café owner is less pleased, he just has to step outside, and the monkeys are off to the tree.
My companions feed the dogs who join us at the table, we recognise the trio from the beach some 5km before. Like most of the dogs in this town they are good natured and delighted by all of the attention they receive from foreign tourists. The monkeys start to get jealous of the food provided, and creep closer along the ground. As my friends note they've done a pretty good hungry act beforehand, staring into the empty paper plates by the road. The dogs are having none of this, and in a flash the monkeys are driven back up the tree. Man's best friend will dies monkey who is boss. After the dogs lose interest a cow wanders over to try and stick it's nose into our table. I tap the cane on the ground, and the nose is withdrawn.
A car full of Indian tourists is jumped on by monkeys, who they feed through slightly opened windows. It's not right, but nobody seems to know that, except me, and the provider of the stick.
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