The night we arrived at Khao Sok we joined up with the rest of the group after they returned from the lake and we went for dinner at the resort restaurant (it was actually at lunch that day that I accidentally kicked the dried up malteser bug bite from my leg when we were watching locals "tubing" along the river). The meal was okay but we were interrupted by an intruder part way through. A beetle the size of my hand (no exaggeration) flew into the upstairs balcony where we were and stomped around the floor. The thing was massive, and when Sek picked it up by the shell it started hissing (a very uncomfortable angry noise) and looked like it was going to bite his arm off (a little exaggeration). One of the locals then, to the group's relief, carried it away jokingly to cook in the kitchen...I'm not sure how much he was joking to be honest. I'm glad I didn't go for the mixed meat fried rice that's all I'm saying.
The next morning, after we had slept fantastically in our comfortable cabin, Nicola and I opted against going tubing (literally sitting in a rubber ring and bobbing along the river) as we had seen locals doing it the previous day and were massively underwhelmed. We decided to have a lie in and go for a walk to the local monkey temple which, we were told, was 5 minutes down the road...
...a 30 minute walk later, we arrived, hot, sweaty and a little dusty at the monkey temple. I didn't actually see a temple, unless you count the miniature shrine type model at the entrance (perhaps we had misinterpreted and it was actually a temple FOR monkeys to visit). We did see monkeys however, three of them, and they were pretty tame as we were told they were used to being fed so they came from the "hills" when they were called. I thought that claim was a little dubious as one of the monkeys actually hopped into the basket of a motorbike and sat there chilled, almost expecting a ride. The monkeys though were brilliant, they picked nuts up out of our hands and ate like it was their last dinner. I in particular liked the little ginger chap, as he was super chilled and loved swinging around in the trees. We took a million pictures (another exaggeration) but here are some of our favorites...
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It's true what they say.... monkeys love bananas........ and coca-cola..
The next morning, after we had slept fantastically in our comfortable cabin, Nicola and I opted against going tubing (literally sitting in a rubber ring and bobbing along the river) as we had seen locals doing it the previous day and were massively underwhelmed. We decided to have a lie in and go for a walk to the local monkey temple which, we were told, was 5 minutes down the road...
...a 30 minute walk later, we arrived, hot, sweaty and a little dusty at the monkey temple. I didn't actually see a temple, unless you count the miniature shrine type model at the entrance (perhaps we had misinterpreted and it was actually a temple FOR monkeys to visit). We did see monkeys however, three of them, and they were pretty tame as we were told they were used to being fed so they came from the "hills" when they were called. I thought that claim was a little dubious as one of the monkeys actually hopped into the basket of a motorbike and sat there chilled, almost expecting a ride. The monkeys though were brilliant, they picked nuts up out of our hands and ate like it was their last dinner. I in particular liked the little ginger chap, as he was super chilled and loved swinging around in the trees. We took a million pictures (another exaggeration) but here are some of our favorites...
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