Well yes, exactly as it says on the tin. We went to Monkey World, a place that I havent been to since (hazarding a guess here) I was 10 years old or so. You're probably wondering what was at Monkey World aren't you? Well there were a lot of northern Monkeys, gibbons, capuchian monkeys, chimps, orangutans and that type of thing.
We ended up buying our new friend, Gunnar the gibbon....as you can see.
As we are going to Ireland, we thought we'd get in the mood: no not dress up in green, put on silly hats, getting absolutely hammered pretending it's St. Paddys day: I mean have a few Guinnesses.
Considering Johanna (or myself really) hasn't had a proper pint of the black stuff, we cracked a couple open and savoured the flavour.
The verdict: Johanna's words 'I feel a bit manly', but there's a smile on her face.
Another first then: Monkey World, Guinness and finally a good old fashioned Vindaloo. Now I have to admit I didn't cope overly well with this one: I was sweating a wee bit under my eyes!! Kinda looking like I'd done an hour or 12 of exercise, followed by a few rounds with Mike Tyson. Nonetheless I got through it: did actually enjoy it (between the tears and pain) too.
Now my farts stink worse than a sewage plant and I own a gibbon called Gunnar: all in all a truelly diverse day, bit of monkey, India and Ireland.
We ended up buying our new friend, Gunnar the gibbon....as you can see.
As we are going to Ireland, we thought we'd get in the mood: no not dress up in green, put on silly hats, getting absolutely hammered pretending it's St. Paddys day: I mean have a few Guinnesses.
Considering Johanna (or myself really) hasn't had a proper pint of the black stuff, we cracked a couple open and savoured the flavour.
The verdict: Johanna's words 'I feel a bit manly', but there's a smile on her face.
Another first then: Monkey World, Guinness and finally a good old fashioned Vindaloo. Now I have to admit I didn't cope overly well with this one: I was sweating a wee bit under my eyes!! Kinda looking like I'd done an hour or 12 of exercise, followed by a few rounds with Mike Tyson. Nonetheless I got through it: did actually enjoy it (between the tears and pain) too.
Now my farts stink worse than a sewage plant and I own a gibbon called Gunnar: all in all a truelly diverse day, bit of monkey, India and Ireland.
