Last week i went to Gibraltar, a little island between the south coast of Spain and Morocco. When i say little, i mean 3 miles by 1 mile. On arrivival most of my girlfriends peeled off their glum travelling faces and transformed themselves into exited tourists. I, however, hid my frown behind the fact the sun forced me to squint, purely because i couldn’t see any monkeys. After 24 hours of preventing my mind from turning the ape population into a myth i was tackled in the midday sun and i twisted my head into the chest of the most beautiful baby Barbary Macaque.
