Once, in Malaysia, I camped on a deserted beach called Monkey Beach. At dusk about 50 monkeys came out and played in the sand. I had a bag of peanuts; they all surrounded me and I fed them. Just as it was getting dark, six men with guns and machetes showed up. I spent a very stressful evening with them. One of them loaned me his machete to sleep with, because he said there were tigers in the area. In the morning, I hiked out and rented a room, exhausted from the stress of the night before.
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