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Plane Ride with Mom

It was supposed to be a learning experience. My mother was a fairly well-known anthropologist (which basically means that she studies mankind.) She teaches at a prestigious university and she has even hosted a few notable documentaries over the years. She was an actual explorer, traveling to exotic locations with a film crew for the world to see. During my summer break from college, my mother was in the early stages of another documentary. She didn't get the funding for a film crew yet. She just wanted to test the waters, to see if an interesting documentary could possibly be made. Her colleague had been sending her pictures of a small islands, where the scenery was gorgeous, and the local inhabitants were unique. The place had never been filmed by a documentary crew before. Naturally, my mother wanted to be the first. Since I had nothing better to do, she decided to drag me along. I really didn't mind. It sounded like a lot of fun being able to explore an exotic location. Safety was never in doubt. The locals were known for being friendly. And we would have a personal guide with us. It was supposed to be a fun and educational adventure for us. But of course, things don't always go according to plan... *** The main island was breathtaking as I expected. Bright blue skies. Clear blue water. Tropical heat. Since it was known that my mother wanted to make a documentary there, the local government provided us with a small plane for free, just for us. Their attitude was; if my ...

... mother made the documentary, then tourism would go up, and they would make a lot of money. We relaxed in our tiny hotel after we had arrived. We were still exhausted from traveling from America, then down to the coast of South America, then taking another small plane to the main island. Rest was much needed. *** 8 am the next morning. The weather was already blazing hot. We ate a quick breakfast and we dressed light. We only brought a small camera. We headed to the plane when we were ready. It was one of those small amphibious planes that floats on the water and was tied to the dock. It was an incredibly old plane, which was understandable since the ride was free. The trip was private for me, my mother, and the pilot (who was also our guide). He was a middle aged man, at least in his early 50's. He was from a nearby city, and he spoke decent English. Overall, he was a really nice guy. We met the pilot on the dock, by the plane, and we made small talk. He asked how our stay was, and my mother was emphatic about how much she loved it. "We get undressed now to go to other island, okay?" the pilot said casually, like it was no big deal. My mother gave him an uncomfortable look. "No, it's fine. I'm okay with wearing a tshirt and shorts." The pilot gave a confused look in return. "It's the rule of the island. All visitors must be unclothed. The indigenous people of the island will not trust you. They will not accept you. Clothes are foreign to them." "I've been to many places around ...