The Slow Trip Home

I’m writing from the Pelican Hotel in Miami Beach at the end of a wonderful adventure. I said goodbye to Oaxaca on Saturday afternoon, then boarded an ADO Platino bus for one last night in Mexico City. Six hours on a bus might seem like an ordeal, but the scenery from Oaxaca to Mexico is so stunning (and the bus so comfortable that is was preferable, for me, to flying. Yesterday I flew from Mexico City to Miami after a short but delightful stay in the Four Seasons Mexico. In a short while I’ll board a fight from Miami to London and then connect my final flight home to Singapore.

To put it bluntly, nothing makes me feel more Asian (and glad to live in Asia) than travelling with North American airlines and going through North American airports. Talk about culture shock!

I loved Oaxaca. Yes, it’s a colourful, vibrant and sensual place. But, it’s also dignified, creative and inspiring as well. I took some decent photos, but, more importantly, iI met and spoke with some amazing people and left deeply challenged to do more with my art and the opportunities life presents me.

Soon I’ll write a little more about the Dia de los Muertos celebrations and the photo workshop I participated in (Within the Frame with David duChemin and Jeffrey Chapman).

But, for now, I’d like to say thank you to the people of Oaxaca and Mexico for a wonderful few days. You’ve touched my heart.