No More Monkeys Jumping on my Head

As Erik and I patently waited at the Agra station for our train to Jaipur, we watched a large group of monkeys eating, playing, climbing through the rafter, and generally going about their monkey business. I suddenly left something heavy hit my head and a monkey dashed in front of me. Apparently, she thought my head would be a good stepping-stone between the rafters and the ground.