Stranded with the Monkeys

When grandparents come to visit, we always have to take them to what we call the “monkey park.”  It’s a huge park with monkeys, elephants, and hippos roaming wild.  (Well, the hippos and elephants are not actually running around wild.  They are enclosed somehow, thank goodness.) 

We rented a little golf cart-type vehicle to take us on the 4 km drive around the park.  At different points along the way, monkeys just come up to your car and you toss bananas to them.  It’s lots of fun.  Until your youngest child throws her shoe out of the car and you are forced to get out of the car and get it while 50 monkeys sit a foot away staring at you.

About halfway through the excursion, there were some technical difficulties with the golf cart.  Something blew up and hot oil splattered everywhere.  So our driver called a repairman.

We got out and enjoyed the scenery.

Then the repairman came in a second golf cart.  And proceeded to try to fix our broken down golf cart for about an hour.  At one point, I asked them why we couldn’t just go back in the working golf cart while they stayed to work on the broken down one.  Apparently, we were required to return in the exact same vehicle we started out in!

You just never know what will happen when you go to the monkey park!