Last week, on the eve of my last day in Hua Hin, I had the opportunity to visit "Monkey Mountain". I'd heard terror stories about the aggression of the monkeys that lived there, but decided that a visit was a good idea regardless. Upon arriving at Monkey Mountain it became very clear that aggression from the Monkeys was motivated by food. Thinking that this was the case before arrival, we’d made the decision not to bring any. Not having any food was a sufficient means of avoiding issues until we reached the top of the mountain. After about 15 minutes at the top watching about 20 monkeys, one of them decided to start trouble with another. At the time I was photographing a group of 3 mothers’ and their babies (none of the photos turned out very well). Little did I know that I was actually photographing the group matriarch (or at least a very well respected female of the group). In the span of about 5 seconds after the troublemaker started, the matriarch picked up her baby and with it dangling from her stomach, scaled a 20-foot wall and fought off the problem monkey. To be more specific, she grabbed the other monkey and looked ready to kill it before it wriggled free and fled. At this point, the top of the mountain erupted with monkey cries. Monkeys began materializing out of nowhere. Before I knew it I was surrounded by nearly 100 of them all jumping and screaming at the one who was now stranded on top of the temple. While I was admittedly standing next to a temple on the outskirts of a touristy town in Thailand, I couldn’t help but feel completely at the mercy of those wild animals at that moment; a very humbling experience, and one that I hope to revisit in some form or another in the future. Not wanting to be in the middle of that situation any longer than I needed to, I slowly extricated myself and returned to the group. Recognizing the palpable change in atmosphere on that mountain, we decided it’d be in our best interest to remove ourselves as another variable in the situation.