Long time readers of this blog — some of you go back decades … to where I’m not sure – will remember a little miscommunication that led to our split with our Belize travel companion, Monkey Bob.
What part of “we’re leaving in five minutes!” he didn’t understand, I’ll never know.
I say “never” because Monkey Bob has made no attempt to contact us since staying behind at the Orchid Bay Resort near Corozal. While Rose and I continued our journey to the rainforest community of San Ignacio, Monkey Bob made a deliberate and, I believe, possibly self-centered decision to remain behind.
It broke Rose’s heart because the two of them were near constant companions and getting along magnificently as travel companions.
Well, you know the old expression: “When one door closes another opens and in rushes another Monkey Bob.”
Or something like that.
Maybe it is “In an uncertain world, you can never have enough Monkey Bobs.”
Not long after returning to the states, a couple of Monkey Bobs showed up on our doorstep.
What a pair. Big Bob is a cuddly doughboy, soft in the middle and puffy all around. Little Bob is a thin, clingy waif with a sweet demeanor. How they will fare as serious travel companions is yet to be determined but Rose has taken them out on day trips and they seem to fare well.
She took them to Tempe, Arizona, last weekend to visit daughter Caira and from all reports they were good company, although not nearly as colorful and unpredictable as the original Monkey Bob.
Admittedly, they are not as photogenic either, especially Big Bob, but they do seem to brighten Rose’s spirits whenever they tag along.
We shall see.