Sad, but beautiful, leaving Azrou was an emotional challenge.
I've grown really quite fond of this landscape, these people, and these fascinating and complex animals we work with.
Perhaps I'll be able to revisit the monkeys on a trip to Azrou - the newborns might be rowdy teenagers or rambunctious rowdy males like Joey or George; the current matriarchs old and frail like Anna.
More adventures await from here - N, J, and I are off to Spain for a well-deserved holiday, then I'm coming back for a solo trip to Casablanca (hello, Rick's!) before coming home to Victoria.
Until then!
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