Beto the adventurous lost in Antarctica. A series of unfortunate events. Dear reader have I ever told you about the time when I was at the end of my rope and I have run out of hope, all this happened when I was exploring Antarctica. First of all, let me tell you a little about me and and who I am? I am the kind of bookish person who loves to be well- informed about the places that I visite and about me I am a photograper who works for the National Geographic magazine. My adventure started when my boss persuade me to take pictures of animals living in Antarctica. To begin with my story I remember that I was in a tiny fishing boat that it was packed as a can of sardines and the captain announced that he had an idea. He'd suggested taking pictures of the Rockhopper penguins, so I decided to take my camera when I noticed that I have forgotten my camera, I should have double checked my baggage before start the journey but at leats I have a strike of good luck when the captain told me that he had an extra camera for me. Later I was mind blowing when I gazed the penguins appering out of nowhere therefore I bursted into tears it took my breath away. Suddenly the sky turned black like a perfect storm and later to my horror I have made out at the distance a gigantic mega monster glacier was approaching to our boat and eventually a storm blew up I was scared stiff due to the boat engine have broken down. The captain explained that he couldn't imagine anything worse but unfortunately the trip seems to go from bad to the worse because we noticed there weren't lifejackets or radio in the fishing boat, although I was at the end of my rope and in my last legs I never lost hope even when I was closer at death's door. The captain who seems to have an overdevelop sense to repair everything insisted on fixing the engine and suddenly started to work again. We have thought that we were going to kick the bucket. In the end I cried and then I fainted and when I recover consciousness we were safe and sound and everyone was happily eating tasty fish soup. But regardless of my careful preparations, it was a hellish trip. In fact, it was one of the worts experiences of my life. The final straw was when I arrived exhausted and tearful at my parents' house and they told me how awful I had been as a child. Thanks, Mom and Dad, that was really helpful.