The Full Pocock Cont'd

Gary's open-air stone and concrete home can be described, in a word as primitive. Like I've said before, he has no electricity and he lives in the jungle. Upon my arrival I was greeted by his small and overly-energetic dog rightfully named "Puff." After 45 minutes of small talk, and enough hunger complaints by yours truly, we were on our way back into town to find food. We decided to find something en route back home (or, rather, our hotel home in San Isidro). On the ride back I wanted to check out the pics of the day on my dad's camera. I had taken a few when my parents weren't looking and wanted to examine my work. And I wanted to show off. They all looked good. I ventured further back in his pictures towards the beginning of my arrival, some dinner pics, all of us dressed up, me on the beach, scenery pics, and then, I realized, I had gone too far back. Oh dear god no. Not after what I had already seen that day. A picture of my mother sleeping. Naked. Why must God spite me this way? I closed my eyes and forced the camera in my dad's direction, sitting in the passenger seat. "I think I went too far back," I said. "What? Oh. Uh oh," he responded. Back to the fetal position. Back to no sound but the iPod.