One more word about the population

I just had to share this with you - when I left my room to write you my last letter, I forgot to close the window in my room. Just so you understand, the hotel is on a mountainside, and the side of my window is about four stories above the ground. Plus the fact that the window has bars across it, about one hands-spread apart from each other.

All this did not deter the monkeys. When I got back to my room - not only was the garbage can upside-down and emptied out (they didn't eat the banana peels – they just spread them evenly on the floor), the neat pile of folded clothes knocked over onto the floor – but the little plastic jar of bitter black pills (remember the herbal doctor?) was standing on the floor, unscrewed. Evidently, they didn't like the taste of the pills any more than I did. They did, however, taste the nylon wrapping of the Tibetan wall hanging that I bought the other day. Lucky for me, they didn't think that was too tasty either. The bottom line is, you can add one more type of soul to be reckoned with in this town, besides the tourists and the local humans.

With a hearty hoot to you all,