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    • Schitz – The Summit

      Posted at 3:55 pm by Gelene Celis, on May 30, 2019

      I was on vacation in Mexico some months ago. While I was in Puebla I met someone who stayed in the same hostel as we did.

      It turns out he was from Toronto too (Mississauga). He told me about his trip to Vancouver last year, which got him started climbing.
      While I was there with intentions of diving, he was there to climb (La Malinche)

      Despite heading towards, literally, opposite ends of the earth, evidently, he and I have found common ground.
      I guess people ask him a lot about why he climbs and he answered with a quote from a book that I loved…

      “On ne peut pas toujours rester sur les sommets. Il faut redescendre… Aquoi bon alors ? Voici : le haut connaît le bas, le bas ne connaît pas le haut. En montant, note bien toutes les difficultés de ton chemin ; tant que tu montes, tu peux les voir. A la descente, tu ne les verras plus, mais tu sauras qu’elles sont là, si tu les as bien observées.
      Il y a un art de se diriger dans les basses régions, par le souvenir de ce qu’on a vu lorsqu’on était plus haut. Quand on ne peut plus voir, on peut du moins encore savoir.”

      “You cannot stay on the summit forever; you have to come down again. So why bother in the first place? Just this: What is above knows what is below, but what is below does not know what is above. One climbs, one sees, one descends, one sees no longer, but one has seen. There is an art of conducting oneself in the lower regions by the memory of what one saw higher up. When one can no longer see, one can at least still know.”
      – René Daumal

      @ La Malinche Summit

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    • Schitz – All in a Day’s Work

      Posted at 8:04 pm by Gelene Celis, on September 19, 2016

      You have to do safety stops when you ascend (ascend 10-15 feet, chill out for 3-5 minutes, keep ascending), after a certain depth (about 25 metres/80 ft, mandatory at 100 ft) ’cause of plenty reasons including decompression sickness – “the bends,” ruptured blood vessels, joint pain, paralysis and other fun stuff including straight up, death. The pressure underwater contracts your lungs and if you go up fast or if you don’t make safety stops, your lungs could pop and it’s instant death OR you can still make it to the boat, discombobulated, and die within seconds or minutes.
      Also, are certain hand signals you learn for diving since we can’t talk underwater. From my understanding, I was to pair with the Belgian and my travel buddy (ex) with the divemaster.

      My partner was busy taking photos underwater, which was cool, up until I started signaling that I was low on air and we need to go up. We all carry an extra/emergency regulator so I swam towards him, in hopes that he could spare some air and get us both to safety. My supply was getting close to the red part of the indicator (at where we were, I had just the right cut to get me back up, which is better than short but still no good).
      The spot we went to wasn’t too great at the time: it was an overcast day, there was a current nearby, anemone particles in the water – all factors which lessen visibility.
      Before we went in, during the briefing, we were told that sharks come by every now and then, which I was both excited and nervous about; they’re less likely to attack groups of people. I’ve only ever seen a couple of baby hammerheads that were about a foot long, which we swam away from ’cause we feared the protective mother.  But sharks supposedly just kinda swim around and mind their own business up until they get hungry. Even then they prefer fish so don’t wear anything shiny that could be mistaken as fish scales underwater. They get curious, “Oh hey that’s new. I wonder what it is? I’ll take a nibble and find out…” 🤔
      Anyway, I started swimming closer towards my partner, when something started tugging my fins. I looked back and saw nothing, “Uh OK. Maybe I just hit something,” shrugged it off and kept going.
      I was trying to calm myself down. I needed to save oxygen and freaking out isn’t really conducive to that.
      I felt the tug again… a couple times this time. I looked around and did a 360 to check. Still nothing.
      The “occasional sharks” started entering my thoughts but it wasn’t so exciting at this point.
      I felt the tug again. This time around, it pulled me at least about a foot backward.
      For a couple of seconds, I was in pure fear, “Fuck!  I’m about to get eaten alive!”
      I screamed until I felt a tap on my shoulder.
      To my relief, it was my friend, the divemaster.
      He gave me his emergency regulator and said, muffled underwater but I heard it very clearly, “I got you.”

      We all partied that night as usual.

      I still dive to this day.

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      All in a day’s work.

       

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    • Cenote Angelita

      Posted at 4:06 pm by Gelene Celis, on November 29, 2015

      …is dubbed the “underwater river” in Mexico. It goes straight down around 200 ft, you can dive until about 30m/100ish feet.

      It’s about an hour ride away from Playa del Carmen.

      Cenote Angelita

      Cenote Angelita

      ======================

      This site was about a 15-minute walk from where you park. So, you have to walk there with all your gear, including your tank(s), in your damp, neoprene wetsuit.
      It’s nothing glamorous at all but if you like the movie,
      Sleepy Hollow, you will like this site.
      Sleepy Hollow = 1%
      All the hassle + hydrogen sulfide, which will shave years off your life = 99%

      Read more about Cenote Angelita here

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    • Schitz – Sometimes Fingers

      Posted at 10:27 am by Gelene Celis, on October 3, 2015

      Divemaster/Instructor: “Alright folks we’re here at the Yapak, we’re going to descend nice and slow down to about 25 meters, completely down to 35 for some – check, double-check, triple-check, anal check with your partners and your group.
      When we get down there we’re gonna do some fish feeding.  We got some bread over here so you can break them down in pieces and spread it out.
      We might also come across a school of triggerfish.  If they’re around you, just kinda hang in there and chill out.
      They like to eat bread, algae, sometimes fingers so don’t go on flailing your arms around those guys.”

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      Test the regulator. ✔️
      Test the BCD: ✔️
      Spit on and put some water on goggles to remove the fog: ✔️
      Appropriate amount of weights: ✔️
      Tank pressure and supply: ✔️
      Identify Dory and Nemo: ✔️
      Not flailing your arms around triggerfish as warned, with signals underwater even after the low down by divemaster because you don’t know what those are with lack of reference from Finding Nemo: ✔️
      Come back with all body parts intact: ✔️

      #BeingAnAdult

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    • Schitz – Red Eyes

      Posted at 3:04 am by Gelene Celis, on January 6, 2013

      “When I was 22, I went trekking in the jungles of Papua New Guinea.  We slept in a village with the natives.  I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a pair of red eyes staring right at me.  I was so frightened that I screamed so loud I woke up the entire village.  The next morning they kicked us out.”

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      Yeah, I hear the natives on this one.  I don’t like it either when people make all this noise at night when I’m trying to doze off.  So uncool.

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    • Schitz – The Paradigm of the Situation

      Posted at 4:38 pm by Gelene Celis, on August 24, 2012

      (posted with his permission)

      “Man….WTF? Sounds like you are going through some challenges….take it all in stride Chicka. (ommitted)…it’s all about (omitted) you cultivate that bring happiness and fulfillment to your life. You sound like you understand this…..it takes some people forever and never to figure that out…
      But, having said that, I would kill the mutha effer that steals from me. Period. There is nothing lower, or any excuse for, thievery from a friend. If you need help in this endeavor, I work for CHEAP : )
      The complaint’s (omitted)…BUT, cup half full puts me back (omitted) all over this rig like a BALLA…. HELLA HOLA!
      Enjoy your spiritual journey….I suggest checking out (omitted). But in the end, whatever makes you a positive force and strong (omitted) is a good thing, regardless of the name it takes. (omitted)
      I take a Karmic approach to life: do unto others as you would have them done unto you. So if you point a weapon at me, expect a 10 fold reprisal. Hahah!
      (omitted)
      Take care Babe, throw a smile even when you don’t feel like it because no matter how bad it is, it’s the paradigm of the situation that matters.”

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      Thanks, old friend.

      *I was going through a real rough time and him opening up when I reached out meant a lot to me.

      A “friend” stole from me and pulled a disappearing act. I don’t completely take it against him because, after gathering more information, I realized he was SOL and was just looking out for himself. I just happened to be the sucker of a target in this paradigm.

      On the bright side: I found out who my true friends are… and while it really bogged me down for some time, once I got over it, I realized that my lust for life was still intact. 
      Having said that, I’m not the same person.
      We can’t, after all, expect ourselves to fit in our clothes from when we were kids; too many paradigms on the soul have occurred just as too many biological changes occur on the body
      .

      We should take the healing time we need.
      We live in a society that sees emotions as weakness, which is really silly; if this is what you truly believe then stop listening to music, stop watching movies, stop admiring any kind of art… don’t ever fall in love… don’t bother living.
      So try to silence and rid of that nonsense mentality that emotions are a weakness and come to terms with how you truly feel about the situation and/or thing and/or person, which is very important – this is an imperative part of the healing process.  Don’t ignore your heart.
      When all is said and done, work your way into getting back up. 

      Life doesn’t stop when we get injured.

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