I took over four rolls of film of her dancing that day, and saved every one of those pictures. I had set up a makeshift dark room in my hotel room, much to the staffs' dismay. For the amount I was paying for the suite though, they had to let me. It took some negotiations, and a bribe to the manager. I lay in bed that night, staring at a picture of her, sure I had never seen such a lovely girl.

The hotel was actually a set of rooms over a pub. They only had one suite; the honeymoon suite. It suited my taste though, since I need the extra room for my work. The staff were forbidden to open the doors to that room, when I put signs out. Late into the night, I could hear music coming up from the pub, but it was not that which had me awake. I was used to sleeping in all sorts of places and under many conditions. It was an anticipation of the photo shoot the next day, with my lovely guide. I decided that night that I would pay her for her trouble. Eventually, I fell asleep.

The next morning I ordered a solid breakfast of steak and eggs along coffee and orange juice. I did not know what the day would hold, and did not wish to be hungry later. I dressed in jeans, a button down plaid shirt and a vest which held pockets for most of my equipment. I wore a tripod in a sling on my back, and my camera on my chest when I left the hotel, along with a floppy hat with Hawaii printed on it.

The summer's morning sun broke beautifully over mountains, next to the little town. I took my rented car into town, using the on board GPS to find my way. Things sure have gotten easier since those days. Now you can just pull up the GPS on your phone. Back then, they were a rare and expensive beast.

I pulled up in front of a neat little house in the suburbs, with a black dog in the yard, who was excited to see me. I got out and went through the gate and then up the stairs to the second story apartment, with the dog at my heels. I paused to pet him, before knocking on the door.