Beto and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. When a series of unfortunate events happens. If you are after something with happy endings (like snow white or goldilocks) let me dissapointed you, not only is there no happy endings, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle. I am sorry to tell you this, but that is how the story goes. First of all, let me tell you a little about me and who I am, I am the kind of bookish person who loves to be well- informed about the places that I visit and about me I am a photographer who works for the National Geographic magazine. My misfortune began one day, when I woke up with gum stuck in my hair like a signal of the start of a disastrous day and one calamity follows another. That fateful day my boss persuaded me to take pictures of animals living in Antarctica. I remember that I was in a tiny fishing boat that it was packed as a can of sardines. The captain was in command of the mission, he was a badass man, stubborn, sassy, and every so often witty he knows how to use the words in a clever and funny way, about his body he had an average height, sparkling eyes, big smile with dimples in the cheeks and quite strong. (PART 1) TO BE CONTINUED.....