They pay to get peed on by baby monkeys, slosh through the mud, even forgo breakfast to avert an emergency. It’s like being inside a drum as the rain pours down on the tin porch roof of the volunteer house. Our tour of Bambelela’s primate rehab center was scheduled to begin over an hour ago. Our young Swiss tour guide’s voice is giving out and she takes a break from talking over the noise and we look out towards the rehab enclosure with its newly formed troop still in the adjusting and close watch stage. To artificially create a troop of…
