Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary

Stef and I made it a point to see as many wild animals as we could during our Southeast Asia travels. When we arrived to Ubud, Bali, there were two things i knew i wanted to do. 

1. Stay in my bikini at all times and get dark as night. 

2. SEE THE MONKEYS!

We had heard horror stories of Mama monkeys being protective of their young and biting tourists when they tried to feed them (actually happened to a friend of mine) or monkeys intrigued my facial piercings and literally ripping out an eyebrow piercing. Given that Stef and I both have face and ear piercings, you could imagine we were beyond pumped to see monkeys up close but after we had heard some scary incidents, i was a bit hesitant to not only feed the monkeys but become a target. Lets get real, i grew up with two older brothers who always picked on me and i wasn't about to let these animals get the best of me. IM A GROWN AS WOMAN! My melodramatic self felt like Phoebe from Charmed, hit with a ton of premonitions on all the possible ways a monkey could outsmart us stupid humans. To name a few, theres the idea that a monkey could charge me only to poke me in the eye and be blind for the rest of my life... a monkey ripping my nose off by the pretty treasure that is my rose gold hoop ring that then leads to me having to amputate my button nose due to an infection... A monkey tearing my very expensive yet frizzy platinum hair and causing even more alopecia than I have already struggled with... the options are endless but i grew some cojones and feeding the monkeys was worth every bit for my lil worry-wart ass... I am the worry wart. I do not have warts on my ass. (its the wording ;))

 Stef scratching one of his many mosquito bites. 

Stef scratching one of his many mosquito bites. 

 Stef still scratching his many mosquito bites.

Stef still scratching his many mosquito bites.