We had seen the adverts, so we thought we would give it a go. A weekend on Monkey Island. I don’t know what we expected, but we had to admit it was an unusual place. The area where we stayed had been especially built for tourists, so we did not get a flavour of the island in its natural form.
In the centre of town were a number of night colobos. We went to the Duoc Titi, where the speciality act, a woman called guenon, appearied in native costume with a yellow gibbon tied in her hair. She performed traditional dances while playing a green tamarin.
We were hungry after that. Fortunately, the restaurants and cafes are open 24 hours. We went into one that specialised in fish. They gave us a plate of Kipunji cooked under their gorilla, together with a bowl of chimps, followed by lemon meringue utan pie. We ate all that with a some mugs of hot, steaming capuchin.
The following morning started with fog. We walked along the mangabey, but the air was quite muriqui. Fortunately, it cleared by afternoon, so we could fly home in a hot air baboon.
