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DONT STOP RUNNING COMRADES.
(hexbear.net)
Inshallah, you shall attain your freedom.
i slept at a primitive camp site one night up on a forested mountain on an island. like 3/4s of the island is some UNESCO world heritage site and supposedly there are monkeys on it. never saw one, but the forest was so dense i could have spent a year there and not even found my own ass. my local language skills were bullshit, so i could only see signs with illustrations. nobody who hikes up into the mountains camps at the primitive sites anymore, because they are like rich and stay at nice places with like hot baths and meals and shit. but me and my pal were on a shoestring, so when it got dark we got set up in this little hut out of the drizzle deep in the mountains. we both slept on top of our bags which had our water and some bananas in them (lol) just in case. all i heard about monkeys is that they enjoy taking food, shenanigans, and tomfoolery and they aren't to be underestimated to these ends. like raccoons but somehow more sneaky and interested in amusing themselves and investigating curiosities.
in the middle of the night, it's pitch black, i'm under dense tree canopy, inside a small open structure so there was no shot at my eyes adjusting, but i swear to god i felt something nearby. i opened my eyes and i could swear i caught a glipse of a shape like monkey's face quietly inspecting me from above. it could have been a dream or a hallucination in the dark. i just sort of stirred and adjusted my jacket/blanket and strained to hear anything in the dark. i was exhausted, so i promptly fell back asleep. in the morning, my bag was undisturbed and all bananas were accounted for.
