I went to Mountain of the Monkeys back in 2002 during my first trip to Europe. Since G had never been, I wanted him to experience this special place too. As we were driving into the area from another city, G was behind the wheel, and I was navigating. I told him I was navigating to the hotel, but I was really leading him to the monkeys. As we got further and further from any place that looked like it would have a hotel, G became more and more skeptical. I reassured him that we were definitely going the right direction, and we'd be there soon. We kept passing signs for Mountain of the Monkeys, and I kept hoping he wouldn't realize it was all a big trick. He didn't realize it, and only when we pulled into the full parking lot did he know what was really going on.
We paid and went inside to receive our handfuls of monkey food. The place was packed with monkeys and with humans trying to feed them. Some of the monkeys had been given so much food by the tourists that they refused our offerings. This was a bit disappointing. The last time I was there, the place was empty and I had no competition for feeding the monkeys.
Even so, we interacted with the monkeys and took some great monkey pictures. And even though the place is no longer a backdoor destination, I would go back in a second if I had the chance. I think G would too.
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