My heart felt weaker than it ever had. It weighed so heavy in my chest, holding my head up to look anyone in the eye took motivation. Thinking about the project felt like trying to breath when the wind has been knocked out of you.

That feeling resided deep in me for weeks and I avoided anyone and everyone I could. It was not that I ever thought I was invisible…I just thought I had to be for everybody to believe in what I was doing…that or, “I told you he wouldn’t last”.

Maybe all of it and none of it is true.

I didn’t need to dwell on it, I just needed to experience it. I needed to feel the pain so I could always remember what this felt like. And I always needed to remember, because if I forgot…then I’d forgot where I’d come from.

And this was so much more to me than the geographical distance between Mexico and Singapore.

Three months ago I walked along a beach road in Mahahual, Mexico. A Hurricane had passed through just months before, leaving the paradise a near waste land of destroyed dreams. I knew I would have to survive my own Hurricane before this was done.

For whatever reason I ended up at home,I don’t know and maybe never will, BUT, I will make the most of it. I was working within 72 hours of been home, and as I put the pieces of the project back together I will be trying to raise the funds to get back down Santiago…and begin exactly where I left off.

And as the forever believer George, of Mahahual, with his bare and weathered hands, puts his Beach Hotel back together, stick by stick: So I will begin putting the (over) 600mins of footage we have already shot together and planning my journey back into ‘The World’.

There is a long road ahead and I have no idea what to expect…and that, well, that makes it all the better.

Stay tuned