OK. I really, really don't like monkeys. I mean, really don't. They are truly nasty, brutish and short.
However, they have their moments.
We are in Rishikesh, in Uttarkhand, northern India, and the place we were staying has a large expanse of flowers over their outside eating area, and next to the room we had. Turns out that a local troupe of monkeys love the little bit of nectar in the base of the flowers. Once a day, later afternoon, they come and pick flowers and chew on the base of the flowers with the nectar.
Not like they're nice about it. They will actually make threatening gestures at people if you try to keep them away from the outside seating areas next to your room, and can be aggressive back at you if you try to chase them away. Freaking monkeys.
However, they have their moments.
We are in Rishikesh, in Uttarkhand, northern India, and the place we were staying has a large expanse of flowers over their outside eating area, and next to the room we had. Turns out that a local troupe of monkeys love the little bit of nectar in the base of the flowers. Once a day, later afternoon, they come and pick flowers and chew on the base of the flowers with the nectar.
Not like they're nice about it. They will actually make threatening gestures at people if you try to keep them away from the outside seating areas next to your room, and can be aggressive back at you if you try to chase them away. Freaking monkeys.
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| Our room on the right, the 'blanket' of flowers on the left. |
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| ....and of course, tearing a seat cushion apart for fun. |
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