Tioman Island
A large monkey stepped out on the trail in front of me and showed me some nasty teeth. I could hear the rest of his clan making their moves around me getting into position.
Not again. I reached down to grab a nearby stick and he made his move to grab my water bottle. They usually just use their grubby brown fingers to open the lid and harmlessly pour it out in front of you, but this was a matter of principle….it was my water damn it and it was nearly full.
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