We had a fabulous time watching the antics of the monkeys on the Rock of Gibraltar. These macaques are hilarious to watch. One mother macaque would place herself on the rail within one centimetre of where the tram
would pass and casually look over her shoulder as it narrowly missed her. Then she would race to the other side and place herself so that everybody would see her first as they unloaded. Later she stretched herself backwards over the rail and hung by her toes.
This monkey had a baby who was playing on the stairs with another monkey’s baby. The two would roll down the stairs, sideways, forwards, backwards, and sometimes throw in a few handstands on the way down. Then they would chase each other all around the rails and nearby trees.
Meanwhile, in another section of the park, monkeys would sit on a rail and wait for a tourist mini-van to go by on its way to the top of the rock. The monkeys would jump on top of the van as it went by, ride for a hundred metres or so and then jump back down to the rail. Then they would race back down the rail and wait for another van to catch a ride on.
We noticed that most of the monkeys hung out wherever a lot of tourists congregated. I felt like we were animals in a zoo and the monkeys were bringing their children to observe us. They would take their families from one attraction to another. It definitely gave me a “Planet of the Apes” kind of feeling, but we thoroughly enjoyed our time there.
*Note: This is my final post. It’s been five years and I think the blog has served its purpose of being a bit of a diary during a time when I was traveling for about six months each year. I haven’t put in all my travels as I got lazier as time went by, especially this past six months during which I’ve posted very little of my almost four months of travel.
I wish happy travels to everybody out there on the road. Keep safe and thanks to those who have stopped by to read my blog.
Bye, Adios, Ciao, Au revoir, Zai jian, mama yanawa, ma al salemah, sayonara