We had a slow start to proceedings on Saturday; after a quiet breakfast we picked up our laundry and hired a driver to take us on the 45 minute drive to Monkey Town. We’d passed it on our way to the sharks earlier in the week. We spent a couple of hours there wandering through the exhibits and feeding the monkeys.

The humans are in the cage; the monkeys aren’t!

I was fascinated with the marmosets – I guess most monkeys look like us but the faces on these little guys seemed particularly human.

We went into an enclosure and fed some of the monkeys; one tried to steal the map out of Gibbo’s pocket. Later, he got away with it and took it up into a tree. The guide had to get it back but the monkey kept pulling on it and didn’t want to give up his treasure.

Ooh yeah, that feels goooood……

Map stealing.

The spider monkey was really cool and really sad

and really lanky

and really ugly.

Another marmoset with very fat cheeks.

Ahh, home at last.

This guy had a nut that he was trying to break open.

He kept washing it then bashing it really hard with a big stone. I didn’t get to see whether he cracked it or not because Gibbo called me over next door…..

where this guy kept tapping on the tortoise shell with a rock, then licking and rubbing the shell.