It’s not every day that you go up to a rooftop bar for happy hour and the howler monkeys come out.
(Well, I guess it depends on how you define howler monkey. But I mean literal howler monkeys, like the guys below.)
These guys are LOUD. Too many cervesas?
I had the pleasure of seeing them jump around in the trees, eat leaves, and yawn with their bright pink tongues. There was even a Momma and little baby.
It was getting dark and they just curled up and went to sleep in the branches. The next morning before sunrise I hurried to the rooftop to see if they were still there, and they were! A loud wake-up call from Mr. Alpha and they slowly stirred awake. A few leaves for breakfast, then they were gone.
Later that morning in the national park, this beauty made his (her?) presence:
For a few moments we held eye contact. Eye contact with a monkey in the wild. It was surreal and penetrating. Burned into my brain.
Oh! The howlers are back! And it’s happy hour again.