Karachi Pakistan, January 1976. The guy lets me hold his cobra after the whole playing the flute gig. I was holding it right behind the head. Then I moved my hand further down and held it up for a bud to take a picture. The cobra flared its hood and started swaying back and forth wildly. The guy with the flute freaks out, and grabs the cobra right away. I guess the darn thing is still highly venomous, and he did not expect some hair brain sailor to to let it have it’s way. It happened so fast, my bud with my camera didn’t even snap the picture. See, it was hard to get good help, even then.