It wasn’t always a quick trip to Samui (in the Gulf of Thailand). There was the overnight boat where you bought a space on the bottom of the boat floor, enough to ly down on and the boat crossed the 30 miles to the island in about six hours maybe more. Then there was a cigarette boat that took just a couple hours barring big waves. Yeah, big waves swamped us, people were rushing to close their windows. They cut the engines cuz the boat wasn’t built to cut through big waves. So we sat there like a bobbing cork waiting….twenty minutes later after some bobbing and weaving with the waves….sorry I’m getting sick thinking about it.
Then click Monkey School video. When they seem in sync it’s serendippity. Hmm, sp, you know what I mean.
During my time here I have so often noticed monkeys climbing up palm trees and throwing down the coconuts.
Turns out these monkeys go to monkey school for two years to learn how to pick and harvest those coconuts.
Sorry no English talk or text on this. Just Nilsson singing his great tune and me saying Koh Samui coconuts.
What’s fascinating to me is the bond between the guy and his monkey.
An incredible understanding between two Earth species.
A beautiful sight.