Monday morning… monkeys on the roof of my apartment building… is this a dream? I surprised the four of them… lounging, grooming each other, languishing in the sun… when I came up to the roof with my Nikon.
At first, they eyed me suspiciously and moved to the edge of the terracotta roof. Two of them retired into the tree. The other two, however, looked like they were doing monkey yoga.
Then, one began to move to the street side. I hurried over the flat part of the roof to find two of them watching traffic go by. At least that is what it looked like as I began to take more photos. Just then, the automatic focus on my camera jammed causing me to go manual.
Actually, I discovered that the monkeys were planning their strategy for a successful leap into the fully fruited Alamo tree out front of Flamingos/Paparazzi Pizza on Highway 307, Puerto Aventuras, just south of Playa del Carmen in Mexico.
In a flash, however, one of the monkeys turned and started coming directly toward me. He got to the edge of the roof, put his head down as if he wanted to head butt me. I kept on taking photos, some blurry, some clear as I was busy adjusting the manual focus on the lens as fast as I could with a rapidly approaching target.
Just like brave paparazzi, I kept on clicking and the monkey retreated, joined tails with his brother and sat back down. Then, the second monkey jumped up and turned my way. I guess he was going to show his brother how to do things right! With strong, determined movements that made him appear as if he was a huge spider, he came directly toward me, made menacing faces and loud noises, rose up on two feet in attack mode, showed his teeth and…
Then, stopped, turned around and went back down the roof to his brother. It was actually rather funny but I did not laugh.
He did his best to scare me. But I just kept clicking and fooling with the manual focus. I thought to run, but knew he could outrun me. I did not resist but did not surrender either. And I did not feel any fear.
The monkey must have thought… “We really have a crazy one here. I better get back to my brother and the fruit tree.”
He turned and I slowly slipped out back to the roof door.
The Alamo tree is full of fruit this time of year in front of Paparazzi Pizza on the lower floor of the apartment building on the Carreterra. The waiters tell me the monkeys come by every day to eat, sometimes more than once. They jump from the roof into the tree, eat their fill of fruit and then walk back into Puerto Aventuras, an upscale-gated community in the heart of the Riviera Maya that is home to three hotels, numerous condominiums and houses, a golf course, marina, beach and four monkeys.
That’s a monkey for you!
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