Today I woke up with a migraine from hell. With a throbbing head, I stumbled out of bed to go to my bathroom, only to find my patio occupied by a family of monkeys, who froze mid-motion at the sight of my disheveled appearance. For a few seconds we stared at each other, carefully studying the other for any signs of danger, before the monkeys decided that I posed no threat to them and continued picking fleas off each-other. I sighed loudly, as I know that these animals aren't always as peaceful as they look. Once Brina was held hostage in her room for 30 minutes by a, probably rabid, rhesus macaw in Varanasi, who kept on baring his teeth menacingly and hurling himself at the door everytime she tried to peek out.
My migraine refused to subside, despite a cocktail of various headache medication, until I in a final act of desperation generously applied tiger balm all over my forehead. And voila, 10 minutes later I could open my eyes again. I think I'm gonna buy so much tiger balm now that the custom control in Sweden won't believe that it is for personal use only.
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