He introduced me to Tibor, bearded and with the berth of a large garden shed, rosy santa claus face and dark curly hair. Tibor was a famous photographer who wanted to take my picture. I wasn't so sure. He asked me to take a trip to a boat, there and then, leave the party to say hello to some of his friends, on a boat, docked midtown. It wouldn't take long and then we could return. I said okay, liking adventure. Peter came too. My first meeting with these fellows and I was driving off with them to a boat, docked midtown.