In my last post I was complaining about my near come back to Madrid. Fortunately is not going to be the case. After begging a little bit to the PhD Student II (from next week, the Boss), she offered me a place in her team! (I'm so F&%cking grateful!!!!) So I will be around for the next months, retarding the inevitable duty of having to find out what to do next. Life is all about wasting time, so better if you do it doing something that you enjoy, right? Of course, Murphy’s laws are always there, and as soon as I compromised myself to stay I saw 5 or 6 interesting positions starting next month. But well, I don’t regret it, this way I don’t have to come back to Spain in a couple of months, and the new team looks good and we will have new arrivals in one month. So, from the next week I’ll be pursuing macaques with the Boss, the French, the S.Carolinian and the English (He could have chosen between the Californian2, the Brazilian or the English and picked this last one, as we say “para gustos los colores, macho”).
Then, this is a weird week of transitions, getting to know my new fellows and finishing the work with the PhD student.
Today, in doing that, we two went to the Green Group site to get a couple of controls missing. Being two is not so easy to find the monkeys quickly, and less if they don’t seem to be at the normal sites. So, the PhD student sent me to a 3h tourist tour all around the area behind the fence (Vertical, Big, Gash, Portugal, Riviera, Alps…), which is f&%cking steep and made me think again that I should give up smoking…Nonetheless, it was nice, specially because I hadn’t been before in most of those places and it was nice to be alone in the forest even when is one of those things that one shouldn’t do ( that are normally the best ones). Then, when I was at the end of Portugal I found a group of macaques. I think it was a big one, because I heard screams all around me, but I only could see a couple of males and juveniles.
Thus, when I was writing down the encounter ,the PhD student told me through the radio that she had found the group in Texas and UK, near the road. “Cagüen tus muertos, tia! I thought but “sarna con gusto no pica” so I went down Portugal to the road enjoying the landscape and the last remains of snow, and met her. Of course, when I arrived and I could check the humidity (the other weather station was lost in Berber Valley most of the day) it was too low; so we were wasting the time taking ad libitum data and scans while the macaques travelled slowly to the parking. Then, around 14h, when the juveniles were fighting each other for the access to the water in one of the trunks, the boyfriend of the PhD student came with the weather station and she sent me to the tourist site. There, my new fellows were starting their training trying to identify the monkeys. I couldn’t do much work, some scans and a couple of tests, the monkeys were relatively spread, but a least I felt somehow useful (finally), when helping the PhD student II to identify some of the monkeys. My new fellows are quite lucky of having their training together; I was feeling like a stupid pain in the ass for two months seeing all my colleagues working and I struggling to do each tiny thing. F&%ck it!
At last, the PhD student came. She had got the controls and then I realized that it had been my last day in the Green Group with her and that I’m not going to see those monkeys in a month! Maybe I go for a long walk in a day off… I hate to be so f&%cking sentimental, so useless in this gaseous -relationships world…
Afterwards, we went back to Azrou and found Ben (could be anyone, so why to bother thinking…) who came with us home to take the cat we had with him. This cat, named Cedro by the Fossils guys (the ones who cheat the tourists on the idem site), was found by us some days ago on the field site and we took it home before he was killed by the feral dogs or by the macaques; cause it looked quite cute and innocent… As it usually happens, it was only the appearance, the pussy cat has scratched all my hands, bit me and my clock, broke the macaque skull that I found in the forest and he climbed up on me as if I were a f&%cking tree…but I will miss him anyway…I really have a problem…mm.
Well, finally the day ended with the new tradition of having dinner upstairs with my new fellows, but some things don’t change and, at the end, everybody is with the laptop, sigh. Yesterday it was my turn in the kitchen and, as the only presentable thing that I have learnt to cook here is Spanish omelette is what I prepared. For me it was a kind of moving on ritual, cooking the same thing in the same kitchen for different people. So I played the Moroccan classics on the laptop while cooking and, afterwards, some of my poor reggae, which seems to be the favourite music of one of my new fellows.
Let’s see if something interesting happens these last few days before my new stage in Morocco becomes true and my current stage finishes.
Más tonta que un bocao en la p…, carajo
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