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"Rook Rook" Guatemala
I took a boat to a small village at the foot of a volcano on the edge of a lake. When I was making my way to the village from the jetty, this chap asked me for money. I had a lolly pop in my back pocket and gave it to him. I asked if I could take his picture, he looked at the lolly pop & gave me this laugh. I promised to send him a copy of the picture, but lost his address. I returned to Guatemala a year later & took a copy of the photo with me, with the help of a local boy in the village I found his house but to my disappointment he wasn't in, I left the photo with his wife who was delighted. Later I found Rook Rook sitting at the pier, watching the boats come & go. I could now speak Spanish and tried to let him know I'd left a picture at his house. I couldn't understand why he couldn't understand me until a woman listening to our conversation told me that he was deaf and dumb. He could lip read but only his native Indian tongue, not Spanish. With help of the woman I managed to get the message across that I'd left a photo with his wife. I returned again in 2004 to learn that Rook Rook had been killed in an accident at the dock a few months earlier.
I took a boat to a small village at the foot of a volcano on the edge of a lake. When I was making my way to the village from the jetty, this chap asked me for money. I had a lolly pop in my back pocket and gave it to him. I asked if I could take his picture, he looked at the lolly pop & gave me this laugh. I promised to send him a copy of the picture, but lost his address. I returned to Guatemala a year later & took a copy of the photo with me, with the help of a local boy in the village I found his house but to my disappointment he wasn't in, I left the photo with his wife who was delighted. Later I found Rook Rook sitting at the pier, watching the boats come & go. I could now speak Spanish and tried to let him know I'd left a picture at his house. I couldn't understand why he couldn't understand me until a woman listening to our conversation told me that he was deaf and dumb. He could lip read but only his native Indian tongue, not Spanish. With help of the woman I managed to get the message across that I'd left a photo with his wife. I returned again in 2004 to learn that Rook Rook had been killed in an accident at the dock a few months earlier.
"Rook Rook" Guatemala
I took a boat to a small village at the foot of a volcano on the edge of a lake. When I was making my way to the village from the jetty, this chap asked me for money. I had a lolly pop in my back pocket and gave it to him. I asked if I could take his picture, he looked at the lolly pop & gave me this laugh. I promised to send him a copy of the picture, but lost his address. I returned to Guatemala a year later & took a copy of the photo with me, with the help of a local boy in the village I found his house but to my disappointment he wasn't in, I left the photo with his wife who was delighted. Later I found Rook Rook sitting at the pier, watching the boats come & go. I could now speak Spanish and tried to let him know I'd left a picture at his house. I couldn't understand why he couldn't understand me until a woman listening to our conversation told me that he was deaf and dumb. He could lip read but only his native Indian tongue, not Spanish. With help of the woman I managed to get the message across that I'd left a photo with his wife. I returned again in 2004 to learn that Rook Rook had been killed in an accident at the dock a few months earlier.
I took a boat to a small village at the foot of a volcano on the edge of a lake. When I was making my way to the village from the jetty, this chap asked me for money. I had a lolly pop in my back pocket and gave it to him. I asked if I could take his picture, he looked at the lolly pop & gave me this laugh. I promised to send him a copy of the picture, but lost his address. I returned to Guatemala a year later & took a copy of the photo with me, with the help of a local boy in the village I found his house but to my disappointment he wasn't in, I left the photo with his wife who was delighted. Later I found Rook Rook sitting at the pier, watching the boats come & go. I could now speak Spanish and tried to let him know I'd left a picture at his house. I couldn't understand why he couldn't understand me until a woman listening to our conversation told me that he was deaf and dumb. He could lip read but only his native Indian tongue, not Spanish. With help of the woman I managed to get the message across that I'd left a photo with his wife. I returned again in 2004 to learn that Rook Rook had been killed in an accident at the dock a few months earlier.
