At one of the stops in St. Kitts, Anna decided she wanted her photo taken with a monkey. I had already been introduced to a nice small, docile, well-behaved monkey (which I declined to have myself photographed with) but our tour guide took Anna over to a different monkey-purveyor who had two monkeys and a donkey. The first monkey seemed OK with Anna, but then I got sucked into the picture (literally) and Anna’s monkey developed a sudden interest in my glasses, and when I wanted them back, it got really stroppy and bit me – drew blood, too, So far, I haven’t contracted Ebola, possibly because our tour guide found some alcohol to wash the wound with. But on the bright side, there are some funny photos, and even better, the donkey showed no interest in climbing on my head.
The next day, in Barbados, we were walking along the path in Welshman’s Gully, when we came across this pack of monkeys in the “wild” (that means they weren’t wearing diapers). And none of these monkeys wanted to come anywhere near my glasses.
