I like to call him Bubalooey Baboon. He was fearless. And he was young. I was at an african Safari tour near London, Ontario. And he was quite a character. Inquisitive and bold. And bad. I thought he might climb into the vehicle. But he didn't.
In a staid pre-Farcebook world, his bold existence and moves were shocking. But he was the best thing about that up close and personal safari.