Day One. December 26, 2013. Singapore, Singapore.
On our run to our cousin’s house this morning, Mike was chased by a pack of monkeys. No joke. He was leading me by 10 yards, stopped, freaked out and started running the other way down the street. Two monkeys were sprinting after him followed by two more a few seconds later. I just stood there with some housemaids and watched four monkeys chase my brother down the street. They took him as hostage and we never saw him again.
Just kidding. He showed up panting at my cousin’s house a few minutes later. He had run 3 blocks to escape their hisses and eager clutching.
So I guess monkeys are frequents to the neighborhood, but being chased by one (or four) is just my brother’s stupid luck.