Many times, we don't stay deep inside a city but in the outskirts so the sounds around us are almost exactly like the Jungle Sounds Relaxation tapes that you could buy in the eighties (see, I could have said CD's and sounded younger, but I'm okay with being over forty). There's birds squawking and cicadas and crickets chirping, geckos making their mating calls (see B's blog post for that sound), and long leaves blowing in the wind, brushing against the windows.
But sometimes, there are sounds that are unidentifiable. Like the loud Beethoven's 5th siren that would wake us in Negombo and then in Kandy too (we later discovered it was a certain brand of tuk tuk) or the scampering and rolling we were hearing very early, each morning above us. It sounded exactly like someone rolling balls for a couple of dogs and the dogs running nosily after them. When you're half asleep. that's what you assume. Your half asleep self does not question that you are actually on the top floor of this tall house and there is no other apartment above you, so where are these dogs? No, your half asleep self thinks, "stupid dogs" and rolls over to go back to sleep and then thinks nothing of it.
I thought nothing of it until yesterday when when David looked out the open patio door and said, "Holy cow! Where's the new camera!!!" Instantly, I worried there was a huge tarantula or something outside but as he was moving toward the thing and not away from it, I felt pretty safe in following. There, in a little line, were a small troup of monkeys leaving the side of our house.