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Yikes. OK, we won't feed them, but we'd like to see a few.
This morning we awoke to silence. Our window had stopped rattling and thumping, the intermittent whistle of the wind forcing its way through the narrow slit we offered it that allowed some air flow had drifted off. The air hung silent, calm. Our last day here on the Cape Peninsula brought an end to the brutal winds that have pounded the coast for several days. Even the locals have been talking about the non-stop gales of the past couple of weeks. Now, as we creep back out of hiding onto the patio and sit down to watch the boats on False Bay and the Simon’s Town Harbor, we feel our bodies relaxing.
Yesterday, as we finished our morning school and work routine and talked about what we wanted to do, the thought of walking around in the wind was just too exhausting. We knew some things on our list may go unseen and not experienced, but such is life. One thing we could do was search for baboons.
We’d seen the signs everywhere: “Don’t Feed the Baboons!” as well as triangular warning signs with outlines of them, much like our deer crossing ones at home. In conversations with friends, without fail everyone was surprised that we had not seen any yet. Surely, you must have seen some on the drive to Cape Point? No. Sadly. The people we rented our apartment from even had them in their house while we were in town, stealing mangoes.
So, we set off in the relative comfort of the car to find baboons. And we did, thankfully. Even a baby. I suppose if the wind had not kept us off the beach, we might have missed them. 
I’m glad you finally got to see them! It’s true, they are aggressive and are considered a pest in the Cape, but they’re always a highlight on any wildlife trip for me
Thanks, Sunee. It was very cool to see them. Our landlords (who became our friends) said the ones that came in the house were, luckily, smaller ones and easy to chase out making a bunch of noise. The big one was outside the door, they were able to close that as the small ones ran out. Our only close encounters with good-sized monkey sorts has been Japanese Macaques. We’ve sat on a park bench right next to them. So long as you don’t have food and don’t look them directly in the eye, they don’t seem to care much. Baboons, well, I’m not going to hang out with them.