Please help, there is a monkey in my room...

I still can't believe that I ever had to use that sentence... It happened a few days ago in Rishikesh, I was reading in the balcony of my room at the Divya Hotel, just went inside the room to pick up something and when I turned my head around there he was, the cheeky monkey staring at me. I tried to convince him to leave the room but I could see he was not leaving so I went to know on my neighbours' door and then I said the weirdest sentence I have ever used... Please help, there is a monkey in my room... The neighbours were lovely and brave! The monkey run away only taking one of my medecines, the cheek he had! looking through my bags see what he could grab, unbelievable... We then saw him trying to drink the bleach to make water drinkable I was carrying in my medicines bag, good think we was unable to break the bottle and drink it, otherwise I would have to have use the sentence "please help, there is a dead monkey in my balcony..."
Bueno, la historia de amor entre la practica del yoga y yo se acabo en el momento que descubri las playas al borde del Ganges, me he pasado los ultimos dias en Rishikesh banandome en el rio y comiendo los platos tipicos del pueblo, que bueno!
Cada dia era una nueva aventura en Rishikesh y la ultima fue el momento en que un mono se colo en mi habitacion y tuve que llamar a mis vecinos para que lo echaran, ya que a mi no me hacia ni caso, pero el maldito no se fue con las manos vacias, me robo el liquido de potabilizar agua, el pobre, menos mal que no pudo abrir la botella sino se habria llevado una sorpresa...
Otra noche, con unos cuantos amigos subimos a la terraza del hotel en el atico con los sacos de dormir y mantas y nos quedamos todos alli a dormir y vimos un monton de estrellas fugaces.
Despues de estos dias "tan duros" en Rishikesh decidi que era el momento de emprender otra vez la marcha...