Tungurahua’s spit of volcanic ash pushed us out of that dense Andes air and into the sea-level jungle climate of this sprawling city – a city with monkeys on the outskirts.
Last Tuesday’s field trip starred: Poncho the Spider Monkey who used his gangly arms to craw up into mine; the thirsty Squirrel Monkey that slurped down our Mandarin orange; the Wholly Monkey that curled his tail up on my shoulder during our hike; the varieties off all three that used Pessa as a jungle gym.
Sixty-five orphaned or donated monkeys at this rescue and recuperation outpost made this a My 9 favorite snapshots.
Consider it my birthday toast to all those that wished me well today.
When animals attack
One eager Squirrel Monkey got a little feisty and latched onto my finger.
No worries. I didn’t contract the Eboli Virus, like in the movie ¨Outbreak.¨ The monkeys are screened before arrival and are clear of diseases. (At least I´m crossing my bloody fingers.)
They just want to play (with Pessa´s hair).