Yakushima, aka Monkey Island, is gorgeous, even in the rain. So when hiking seemed like a bad idea, we went for a drive.
Up in the mountains we saw something.
This is where I begin hyperventilating. Stop. The. Car.
Casual regard from an actual wild monkey. Get ready for a monkey photo overload.
And while I was distracted taking pictures of this guy, adorably contemplating his fingernails, something happened.
Documentation of once-in-lifetime event.
Just a wild monkey on our side view mirror.
Grooming, or showing off?
Meanwhile, this guy is about to fall asleep on top of his post.
Are they toes? Or fingers?
Big M, little m, what begins with M?
Monkeys. The answer is monkeys.
Monkeys everywhere. And I’m rendered incoherent by the photos almost as much as the real thing. Hence the babbling. But MONKEYS.