You cheeky monkeys
Jemma Baker, 26, from Gloucester, was mugged by some hairy hoodlums!
Soon, we were surrounded by them, staring at us
Landing in Bali in September this year, my boyfriend Adam, 27, and I heaved our rucksacks onto our backs and headed to the nearest hostel.
We couldn’t wait to explore this idyllic Indonesian island.
Although it’s 7,000 miles away from my hometown of Gloucester, our flight had only been about five hours from Melbourne, in Australia.
We’d been travelling and working in Oz since September 2017, but now we’d ventured to the backpacker’s paradise.
Spending a few days on the golden beaches and snorkelling in the turquoise waters, it was a world away from the grey and rainy days back home.
‘We should check this place out,’ Adam, 27, said.
He was flicking through the guide book, and pointing to a picture of the Monkey Forest in the historic town of Ubud, a sanctuary for the Balinese long-tailed monkey. About 600 of the cute primates lived there!
‘Wow, that sounds amazing!’ I squealed.
So, the next day, we set off on scooters and headed to Ubud.
With mossy walkways snaking through the forest, stone bridges and ancient statues, the monkey sanctuary was absolutely magnificent.
Beady eyes peeked at us through the vines, and then little critters came swinging towards us.
Soon, we were surrounded by them, staring at us as they sat and chewed on bamboo. ‘This is brilliant,’ I said, snapping away on my camera.
I have my own travel video blog, so I started filming.
Suddenly, the bold little
animals came closer, one clambering onto my backpack.
‘Whoa! Take my camera, Adam,’ I said, chucking it to him in fits of giggles.
Another monkey leapt onto my arm.
Within seconds, I had one on my head, two on my back and another on my hand!
As one fiddled with my face, I thought it best not move – in case he thought I was being aggressive and attacked me.
Only then I realised the crafty little rascals were trying
to swipe the contents of my backpack! Rummaging through it, they were throwing my fags and purse between each other, as if they were having a good old laugh! Adam certainly was – he was in complete hysterics! Trying to suppress my own giggles, I stood as still as possible.
A couple walking past pointed out my purse on the ground – dropped by one of the thieving monkeys. Luckily, Adam grabbed it before the monkeys – it had my driving licence, hostel keys and debit card inside! After a few minutes, the light-fingered Artful Dodgers climbed off. Searching through my bag to make sure I still had everything, I realised my cigarettes were missing. Peering up at a nearby tree, I burst out laughing, as I saw a monkey with an unlit ciggie in its mouth. Dropping it to the ground, he helped himself to another one from the pack and played around with it. Chuckling, I snapped another picture and we headed towards the exit. ‘What an experience!’ I laughed to Adam.
As we wandered out of the forest, I kept my bag close, to deter the pesky pilferers! We had a wonderful twoweek adventure on Bali and I’ll never forget it – especially all that monkey business!
He nose just what he’s up to!