Live the same

The “removal operation” of the bed wasn’t as complicated as the TV idea, but it took them a little longer. First, they took apart everything they could, then the parts that could be made smaller were taken apart and wrapped in towels to carry out of the room and over the hotel fence. The problem was the frame – or whatever you call that big piece under the mattress. It was metal. It wasn’t heavy, but it was big, and they remembered the cameras in the hallway just in time.

After wandering around the hotel, they found a safe route. Around 4am, when everyone was asleep (hotel security in the Dominican Republic isn’t very good even during the day), they lowered the frame from the third floor, using tied sheets to keep it quiet. Then they carried it along a pre-determined path and left it in the bushes near the hotel. After that, they went back to sleep.

Tourism workers have their own crazy stories, too. And that's not to mention the drunken chaos that is part of life at all-inclusive resorts! 😅

Let’s switch from fun stories back to the boring stuff — meaning me, haha! I've never written this much before, so I’m not sure how to structure everything properly. Even though I like telling stories in order, I realize that might get boring. Plus, I don’t remember exactly when some things happened; I just remember the events themselves. So this story is going to jump around in time — back and forth — though not as exciting as Back to the Future, haha!

Anyway, after working as a tour photographer for over a year, I finally saved up enough money ($13k) for my first professional gear set. But because of a 60% customs duty, I had to wait another two months until one of my friends flew to the Dominican Republic and brought it over for me. I mean, paying an extra $7k was just ridiculous! And that’s how my journey began as a photographer in the "elite" wedding department, haha!