Undeveloped

Undeveloped Part 1

 It's not easy. It's never easy. I hear lot's of kids these days telling their mothers or friends that when they grow up that they want to be photographers that travel the world,capturing shots that would make the headlines on magazines and become the background on everyday people's computers. But it's not like that; it will never be like that. Well, not for me, anyways. I always expected it to be more interesting than this. But who am I fooling? I can barely keep my job. Mountains and wolves aren't enough to keep me employed apparently. But, maybe this expedition will turn everything around. I better not get my hopes up though, lots of photographers travel to places like the Amazon, returning with pictures of rivers, snakes and of course trees. Never mind that though. This will be different, or maybe it won't, only time will tell. Where are my manners, my name is Kenelm Rogers. I live in a great city.... Well, mostly a great city, called Toronto, and I will be, in sixty three days, thirty two. I'm also one of the many employees at 'Nature's Glimpse'. It's not a very well known magazine. But it's the best an unknown, unemployed..... Well, It's the best I could do. But, I get the job done. Usually.

Sorry. There I go again, back to the matter at hand. The Amazon, an amazing place of mystery, beauty and, if you're not careful, death, but I feel quite confident. The guide that I hired to meet me when I arrived and guide me through the jungle was quite experienced, making the journey many times, and the route that we would be taking was apparently regularly traveled. So, I felt a surge of confidence when I first boarded the plane that would be taking me into the outer reaches of this magnificent empire of birds, bugs, vines, and, once again trees. And I hoped that everything would, for once, work out.

The trip from the Pearson International Airport was boring, as was every plane trip I had ever taken was. I rarely was able to get a window seat, and somehow always ended up next to that one person who always wanted to talk for the entire trip. Did I ever mention that I'm not a really friendly guy? Well according to some of my colleagues that is the case. But I don't think that you need to be nice to someone unless they can benefit you. Or else it's just a waste. But That is just what I think. "I hope you enjoyed your flight!" Said one of the attendants as I left the Air Canada flight and entered the Antonio Carlos Jobim International Airport. That, if you didn't know is in Rio De Janeiro.

Luckily I wouldn't have to leave the airport, because my next flight that would be taking me into the Rainforest, would be leaving this airport in.... I looked at my watch, and read 3:47

Oops, forgot the time change, I thought as I set the time a hour ahead. Ok, that means the next flight leaves in around, two hours. Great, more waiting. But at least that gave me time to find something to eat. I walked through the crowds of tourists and locals, trying to make my way to any form of food, Finally I spotted a place named "Spoleto". It seemed to be some sort of Italian themed restaurant. I never really cared for it, but Italian was okay. I took my place in line and waited. It seemed to take forever, but when I checked the time it had only been around ten minutes since I had left the plane. Finally my turn came, and I put in my order for a slice of vegetarian pizza. I had always liked the vegetarian version of things. It made me feel like I was doing something right for my health. But still, pizza is pizza. I then proceeded to acquire myself a seat in this chaos they call an airport and sat down to enjoy the last bit of civilised food I would probably have in a while.

After finishing my meal, I decided to make my way to where I would be picked up. I still had more than an hour before lift off, but it's better be early than to miss it altogether. The part of the airport where I was headed seemed less crowded and stuffy. When I arrived at the gate, there was no one, but one short overweight man who wore expensive shoes and a jacket that looked like he was going on some sort of safari. I decided not to engage him in conversation and sat as far away as I could. The minutes seemed to crawl by, and it felt like an age before the time finally came and the gate was opened.