I flew to Cancun from Toronto with the rest of the gang, none of whom I’d met. The flight was pleasant and short (I don’t fuss over seat or noisy kids aboard; I nap). First things first: Cancun weather sings to my body: hot, humid, unstable with rain fits amidst the burning sun. After all, I lived in Penang, Malaysia for four years. Bianca and Daniel greeted us at the hotel front: Allegro Playacar, Playa del Carmen. The staff were friendly and smiling which made it easy for me to practice my terrible Spanish around the resort.
My room was comfy and chilled. All I needed was my phone to read ebooks and play chess and a bed to sleep on (more on my iPhone 6S later). The only problem I faced was the fog that’d quickly form inside my cameras and lenses anytime I went out of my extremely cold room to the hot outside. No qualms, a bit of patience and all was set.
After a deep-in-thought prayer night at the synagogue in Cancun with Daniel and the guys that left our spirits at peace and oneness, I got to know them a bit more to infuse their inner demons in my shots. That was tantamount to getting out of them the best most natural expressions I could exorcise.