On a recent visit to a Hindu temple in Bali, dressed in my sarong and scarf, I was carrying a large offering basket on my head. I was with Ron, Sudi, and Nyoman, so of course, I was carrying the basket, men don’t carry offering baskets on their head.
We walked up several stairs and into a beautiful temple overlooking the beach. A few steps after I had walked under an archway leading to the temple, a big monkey jumped out of nowhere onto my head. It had one claw gripping my ponytail-bun and was pillaging the offering of food, flowers, and incense.
It was the most bizarre feeling since I couldn’t see him because of the large basket and the monkey had total control of my head with my hair.
I said to Ron “I need some help, there’s a monkey on my head”, being the daring, brave man that he is, he quickly swat it away, and saved me. I had to laugh because it was such a strange encounter, but he had gotten away with a handful of our offerings.