Between 23:00 and 1:00 it is difficult to recollect the timing and sequence of events, because there were plenty to pay attention to. What I can tell is that the strongest part of the storm lasted about half an hour, when the building was moving sideways as in a light earthquake. The wind was howling all thorough those two hours, but by 13:30 it was clear the worst part was over. Miguel and his wife were in the communicated room besides mine, and we exchanged thoughts and help in these moments. there was no way we could have interacted by going out to the corridor, where the howling winds and sharp bangs were continuously heard.

Water was entering the room by the space below the door, and running as a stream toward the floor-to-ceiling crystal doors to the balcony, some 10 m away. At some point a good portion of the cardboard ceiling of my room fell to the floor, while I was standing by a wall looking outside thorough the glass of the doors. These doors were combing by the center outwards by more than an inch under the stress of the wind, one of these slightly coming off the floor rail, but luckily held and none break. A pigeon came fleeing the winds to the balcony while I was outside filming, and took refuge at the base of the glass balcony, a lucky survivor.

I was irresponsible enough to take some videos from the balcony, but had enough sense to not try to open the front door in that period. My belongings I had stuffed on the bathroom, and the ceiling lights were on, although there was no power on any other part of the rooms. The hotel internet connection was down during this period, while the cell phone signal was still on, although it died at the end to not come back by the time we left Acapulco. We really were not aware of the extent of devastation outside our little bubble.