Sabah, Christmas 2009, at the Sepilok orang-utan rehabilitation centre. I was beginning to feel pretty rough, dizzy in fact and I didn’t get better for a few days. It was annoying because we’d found somewhere to have an English Christmas dinner and I could only watch my friends enjoying it. Before that though, I’d seen a troup of orangs arrive for lunch in the centre. There were lots of long tailed macaques, cashing in on the free tuck. Very cheeky monkeys, who would sneek up behind you to see what they could find. Like the baby orangs they were cute when tiny, but here are a couple of pre-teens.
I don’t know what they were up to but they were definitely partners in mischief!
Lucid Gypsy 
Partners in mischief for sure! And so cute – I always love how they groom each other too! 😉
What a beautiful duo! I followed the animal path too… Humans are too unpredictable of late… sigh! ❤
Food poisoning, Gilly, or some other issues? Love your pals 🙂
They look like a couple of naughty kids hanging around! Lovely image Gilly.
I bet it was so much fun to watch them, Gilly. 🙂
It sounds like food poisoning…
What a cute photo, Gilly. Horrible to miss out on Christmas lunch! 😦
perfect… partners in something thats for sure..
Still can’t get into these weekly prompts. You always find such excellent pictures. xxx
What a cute photo! I envy them for their flexibility 😀
No one else will have these fun partners for the challenge! What a shame to feel ill and watch others dine.
Hope you weren’t under the weather too long.
These guys are sooooo cute! 😀 😀 ❤
Lovely click!
Having a ball! 😃
Wowwwww! How incredible that you got to see this!! xx
Strong arms they have there!
I remember that post. They are so adorable!
Great photograph for the challenge, Gilly. You captured them perfectly in their very
mischievous behavior. So sorry about being ill on your vacation. It isn’t fun to feel awful.
Have a fantastic week … Issy 😎
Magical moment !
Cute pair 😁
It reminds me of my twin and I when we were toddlers. Bonnie, my partner in mischief. The only thing is my dad could never tells us apart, so he’d yell, “Whichever one you are, get over here,”
Connie