Originally written December 2018
Today we finally met the famous snow monkeys. 
They were every bit as cute as I expected — especially the babies.
Possibly too cute.
Graeme spent most of the visit slightly concerned that I might decide one of the infants needed to come home with us. 
I don’t know why he would think that.
I was perfectly capable of admiring them responsibly from a distance.
Mostly. 
The mothers with their babies tucked against them were particularly adorable, and I could have happily stayed there watching them for hours.
But eventually we left.
And, for the record, I returned to the hotel with exactly the same number of monkeys I arrived with:
zero.
Graeme could relax.
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