Diamond in the Rough
I just had breakfast with a monkey.
Of course, that’s what my girlfriend says almost every morning. But in this case it’s a white-faced spider monkey, who has come down from his perch 10 metres above to join me.
It’s my last day on the island and the first time I had seen him, clambering from tree to tree, branch to branch, and, finally, on to the shaded patio table of the beach-front apartment I had rented.