There is something enviable about being a baboon. Or perhaps even many somethings. I won’t deny certain aspects of daily baboon life are dull, capricious, and frankly upsetting, but there is a certain freedom that comes from a laissez-faire government (though perhaps its really more of a hierarchical oligarchy with an understaffed police force and very few laws). Here are the top ten perks (in no particular order):
Upon arriving in Gombe, I was introduced to Ashura. “She will be helping you,” is all I was told. No one even implied I should pay her, though I’d heard through the grapevine that I should. In an awkward Swahili conversation I am 94% sure we agreed on a price of 100,000 shillings per month (about 65 dollars), and she happily began cooking and cleaning for me.