Nothing to do with monkeys. Rather a simple tale of close encounters with wallabies. Bounding haplessly out into the road. Quite unaware of your presence. Your silent approach. Their impending doom. And potentially serious damage to Emma, my trusty steed.
There are usually a few clues to raise your awareness of what lies ahead. Along the lines of the old joke – "We must be getting near the next town. Hitting more people". Increased road kill. With even a modicum of headwind you can usually smell it at a hundred paces.
Ordinarily I might wretch. But I find myself hardened to these sorts of things now. Suppose that’s Chinese communal pit toilets for you.
