The monkeys in Bali have a good sense of humor... at tourists' expense. That is one absolute I have come to appreciate during my short stay here. I began the morning with a breakfast of fresh fruit and fried noodles before my friend Arie (like Harry) picked me on his motorcycle and took me first to a crafts market out in the country, where I purchased traditional garb (sari, shirt, hat) for my visit to a traditional funeral procession tomorrow. I will look like a true Balinese. I also purchased some cool gifts for fam and friends back home. Then we headed to a temple on the south side of the island with a massive iron statute of the Balinese god. It was situated on a mountaintop with massive cuts into the sandstone that actually looked vaguely Mayan. We then went to a monkey temple. Dozens of naughty little monkeys begged for food and then grabbed my glasses and tried to eat them. A docent finally through a banana to the little bastard and I had my glasses back, albeit with tooth marks and the nose guards missing. Luckily, I brought a backup pair of glasses and am still mobile. Damn those monkeys. I am exhausted now and will have happy dreams.
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