19 Jun 2013

Cava Sangria & monkey nappies

This not a real post.

This is a post about a post I wrote for Boolit.fi.
I tried to explain the way I spend Sundays back home - which of course involves lots of eating and drinking - and how everybody can easily make their own DIY Spanish Sunday.

I don’t know how I ended up being an “alcohol blogger” but it was great to write about Spain for a Finnish blog. I bet that as you read this, there are many Finns enjoying my wonderful Sangria de Cava recipe, which does wonders during hot summer nights!

Be nice and check the post & recipe here!!

As you know, I’m pretty busy changing monkey nappies, preparing milk bottles and waking up every 2 hours at night to feed the little monster. So I hope you all forgive me for not having much time to write…

I’m I forgiven now? Good.
Let’s see if I manage to get a babysitter soon so I can post some pictures of Goa!

Take care!

10 Jun 2013

Chapter 6: The market hunter

I’m not the kind of person that looks for monuments, museums or churches when traveling. If you want to make me smile, just give me a nice food market to wander around and I will be the happiest girl in the world.

Asides from all the delicious and exotic food you can find in there, you will also get an instant feel of the city’s vibe. Markets are cool.

I love to walk around the food stalls and get soaked with the market atmosphere.
I like to buy stuff I have never eaten before (I totally got this from my father).
I like to imagine what kind of breakfast that nun is going to make with a kilo of bananas.

I like to watch that old lady poking all the avocados until she finds the ripe one, that vendor who gives a free lichy to a kid and that man who tries to sneak to the front of the bread stall line.

When I grow up I want to be a market hunter (because being Anthony Bourdain is already taken), travel around the world looking for the best markets.

I have no doubt that the Indian ones will be high up on the top 10 list. They are a festival of colours, smells and interesting people. I feel I’m in the right country.

5 Jun 2013

Chapter 5: It's a girl!

A man brought a little cage few days ago.
Maggot was very curious to see what kind of food was in there. 

But all he found was a tiny little baby monkey, not older than one month. What a disappointment.
The mother was killed by a dog, fortunately the little one managed to escape.

The poor thing was scared, hungry and exhausted.
We gave her some milk and a few cuddles, which seemed to calm her down.

In the wild, these babies do not separate from their mothers during their first year of life. That means that she is going to require 24-hour care in order to survive, just as she would get from her natural mother.

I haven’t been to mom school yet, but this poor hairy monster did not have much choice.
For the next 3 weeks I’m going to be her adoptive mother, I will have this little monkey hanging from my neck day and night... so far she seems happy about it.

Mommy’s tasks - asides from giving lots of love – involve grooming, changing dippers and feeding the baby every 3 hours (also at night time). I have done that for less than a week now and I have only one thing to say: Mothers out there, you should be thankful that human babies do not jump. Seriously.

By the way, if you happen to be around Goa in July and feel like babysitting this cutie, please contact The Tree House, they will really appreciate a bit of help! 

1 Jun 2013

Chapter 4: Monkeys make me happy

I’m in Goa waiting for the Monsoon to start.
The Tree House is going to be my home for the following weeks.

Looks like an hotel, but it is actually a monkey rescue centre, which means that I’m going to be sharing home with 40 monkeys, 4 dogs and 19 cats.
As a mater of fact, I’m already sharing bed with Chickoo the dog, Melon, Lola, Thug and Bhura,

Jo and John Hicks, the founders of this place, have been rescuing and providing care to orphaned, abused or injured primates for many years. They got a bunch of lovely helpers who work hard to make sure that all the animals (and volunteers) in the centre get all the care they need.
Monkeys also make sure that everybody is happy and gets a good grooming every now and then.

It is going to take a while until the monkeys get to know me; I already realized that some of them are not as cute as they seem, they really got that look on their face saying "I want to see you dead".

However, I managed to make few friends already.
The first day I met Tufty at the swimming pool, he gave me a big welcome hug.
They say that he is quite dangerous for women but he has been a gentleman so far. 

Denis, the one-year-old macaque, is a sweetheart (when he is not trying to eat me).
I have taken him to swim few times already and it went quite well, he really likes playing at the pool and has lot of fun chewing my hair.

His housemate Tilly is pretty sociable too, she did try to bite me but I take it as a compliment.
I’m sure we are going to be best friends.

While you wait for the next monkey post, check out the rescue center website primatetrustindia.org