Heidi and I went to an old Buddhist temple where the monkeys have taken over, and it was AWESOME. They roam free, doing whatever the flip they want!
Not the best picture, but here's one little guy jumping onto me:
And another, while climbing up me:
The monkeys were all so cute. You could find them doing the silliest things, and sleeping in the most random places. :-)
Evidence of their distinct personalities:
More of me with the monkeys:
See the little turd with me here? The fat monkey who already has a piece of corn cob in his mouth?
...yeah, he border-line attacked me! He jumped on me and stole the bag with remaining cob in it, right out of my hand!
And here the filthy bugger is, enjoying his spoils:
As you can see, the monkeys own the town:
Not only were the monkeys a blast, but the temple was stunningly beautiful.
There's a certain magic about old buildings that we just don't get in the Unites States, where we're sadly lacking in architectural evidence of ancient history. Sometimes it seems like the West Coast suddenly sprang into existence 150 years ago. It's one thing I've really missed since moving back from Germany, and I'm definitely enjoying it again in the old Thai structures here.