After the 40 min kayak to Ao Nang, we pulled the boats up onto the shore and noticed clumps of people gathered here and there on the beach. Little grey creatures were scampering around them and upon further inspection we saw that it was another group of Macaques. This time, however, there must have been 50 or 60 of them. The larger, hairless, less intelligent creatures, or, humans, were feeding them nuts, bananas and pineapples. It was fun to watch because if you had some food in your hand and were feeding one monkey, another one would zip by and steal any food held in your hand unawares. Sometimes the human creatures would get mad and turn pink and make a hilarious effort to move their flabby 300 pound flesh in a running/jerking manner to try to get their food back but that was like a sloth trying to catch a chipmunk- it just wasn’t going to happen. But it was funny all the same. I befriended one of the Macaques with a stick and Greybeard, as I call him, rode on the end of our kayak back to Tonsai, stowed away in my luggage on the flight back and now lives with me in Japan. He watches Planet of the Apes and Tarzan movies when I’m at work. Booty stored, we kayaked back to Tonsai and came across some “solo deep” climbers 12-15 up from the water climbing along a rock wall. This type of climbing gets its name because you’re climbing solo (unassisted, no ropes), and the water is deep, so if you fall, you sploosh right into the big warm blue and you’re none the worse for wear- you may even be cooled down and more comfortable actually! I wished I had discovered this sooner because I wanted to try it right when I saw it. Yet, alas, it was late in the afternoon and Erin and were leaving the next day, so this I’ll have to accomplish on a future trip.