When I tell people that I was chased by a monkey, they almost invariably ask, "How big was it?" Like there's some threshold size at which it becomes acceptable to choose discretion over valor when confronted by a disgruntled simian. I didn't get an accurate gauge of the monkey's weight; I was too busy noting its surprising speed and the huge teeth it seemed awfully fond of displaying. My completely undignified retreat is pretty funny to picture now - my Teva® sandals slapping on an unevenly cobbled downhill path as I tried to maintain speed without wiping out - but, as the saying goes, at the time it wasn't so funny.
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396 steps of monkeys (Prachuap Khiri Khan) |
Visitors can often choose to do more than just watch the swirl of activity. At some sites you can purchase food to feed the monkeys. While Buddhists may do so to "make merit," others just enjoy taking part in the unique experience. Throwing the food (bananas, corn, nuts) in the general vicinity of the animals and watching their hierarchy noisily assert itself is always a feeding option, but sometimes you can literally hand the food out as if it were Halloween and a bunch of really short nervous kids all arrived wearing the same costume.
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Hey, that was our bottle! |
I'd say that people should use common sense, but of course they (and I) pretty much abandon that when we choose to venture into the middle of a bunch of decidedly untame animals. I generally try to ask locals about the aggressiveness level of the monkeys, though one person's "naughty" can be another person's "borderline homicidal." If I'm at all concerned, I make sure I'm not the only human in the vicinity, not that there's any guaranty of safety in numbers.
I'll continue to visit monkey sites because for me the rewards outweigh the risks. It can be nerve-wracking to walk through the midst of a troop as it noisily fights and feeds, but there's nothing wrong with leaving one's comfort zone every now and then. It's almost certainly more dangerous to use Thailand's notoriously speedy van service than to stroll among monkeys that generally ignore you if you don't have food. But I won't forget that the monkeys aren't tame or even predictable, or that I'm not as fleet of foot as I used to be.
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