My daughter got hold of our new camera and whilst i was in the light of the sun - took some wildetect silhouette shots of her old man showcasing some barking mad theatrical tendencies. The drama was enhanced as we had several baboons stalking around us whilst we dined and photographed. The family dived into the car whilst i entertained our hairy guests. What amazed me is even though our food was inside the car - they still managed to find scraps - even picking whittles up right next to the flames of the fire - which i was sitting next to at the time. i held my ground next to the fire and did my best baboon in the smoke long john silver impersonations.
The lady baboon that sat next to me at the fire. Showed me her teeth when i looked at her. I felt it was abit aggressive to start a conversation on those lines. But it was a melding of ideas. I took out my mantis arm attachments which impressed Cheryl greatly. We named the lady baboon Cheryl after an advert. I played some tunes on my vuvuzela for her. Well you cant play tunes on a vuvazela. Its rather a noisy instrument with no real melodic process. Blasts noise with no real musical tune. Cheryl thought i was rather spiffy really. She grinned at me, i grinned back. Not really a good idea if you know baboon language. But she could clearly see i was a hairless crazy ape. Madness is respected across all divides.
