There is a family of monkeys that live at the Bishop's house and they regularly come and visit me in the mornings. People used to leave food out for them until the Bishop banned it. They were making too much noise scampering on the rooftop and they are all too whiling to come inside for a look. I sit on the veranda, enclosed by wire, and watch them outside running loose. It's like a reverse zoo. I'm inside and they are outside.
I'd love to make friends with them by leaving food, but I'd be caught for sure.
The priests here get their daily exercise in the late afternoon, before evening chapel and dinner. They work up a sweat playing a mean game of badminton. Now if only I could find a good way to exercise and still stay within the compound we'd all stay healthy.
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