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    • Cavern Diving – Tulum, Mexico – May 2024

      Posted at 2:40 pm by Gelene Celis, on August 25, 2024

      Yes, I’m aware the music is Brazilian (capoiera), not Mexican nor even Spanish.

      It’s “É da Nossa Cor (featuring Mestre Camaleão)” by Maga Bo.

      I have no logic behind as to why I used it except for that it felt right and sometimes with art, just as with Life, sometimes our intuition is all we need to keep us in our paths.

      I’ve felt all kinds of things in these caverns which is why I keep going back though the biggest bit is probably my first time back sometime in the early 2010’s.

      I don’t know if there’s an English word for it but my friend calls it “Fitrah” which in Arabic means something along the lines of (no direct translation) “original disposition” or “innate nature” which can also flow along the lines of “intuition.”

      She introduced me to this word when I was listening to music that moved me so profoundly that I wanted to shed a tear as I felt like my heart was being lifted. She said, “That’s ‘fitrah!’ It loosely translates to ‘Woah!’ in English.” lol

      Another good way to express it was when I watched, “A Trip to Infinity.” A woman described why she studied infinity. She says, and I quote, “We’re so small and yet we can touch something so explosively large that feeling of ‘I’m bigger because I know how small I am,’ I’ve been chasing that feeling my entire life.”

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      That’s how Dos Ojos made me feel the first time around when I pointed my flashlight into the darkness within those caverns.

      I chase that feeling whenever I have the chance and so I keep coming back to Tulum.

      Someday, I, too, shall pass and that’s a beautiful thing. I cherish my mortality. I’m not goth anymore so I have no further aspirations in becoming a vampire.

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      I went in with the intentions of having 5 dive days as I had a total of 6 full days (8 days total vacation with 2 flight days).

      I did an intense workout right up until before my flight. I had an inkling that might not be a good idea but I did it, thinking maybe I can pull it off anyway.

      Wrong. lol

      I popped by the shop on Dive Day 1. I already felt tired from the day before (intense workout + flight). Jamie, the shop owner of Flying Fish Tulum advised that his equipment are all new / well-maintained. Most dive shops have scraggly wetsuits lol with 3mm feeling like 1mm sometimes so I didn’t bring my own 3mm wetsuit.

      Right then I told him that 5 dive days might just be 4, “I’ll see how I feel.”

      Casa Cenote

      We started off with Casa Cenote (“Cenote House”) which, as I was informed is a training / starter cenote. I didn’t have the chance to exchange currency before then so I wasn’t able to take my GoPro. All cenotes allow for it except this one; there was a MX$100 fee for using your own camera so here are random ones I got off the internet. It was pretty (but not quite as pretty as the others so defo a good teaser for ones who’ve never been to the cenotes).

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      courtesy of Mexico Cenote and Ruins
      courtesy of Mexico Cenote and Ruins
      courtesy of Scuba Tulum
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      courtesy of Awe 365
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      Courtesy of "The Cenote Guy"
      Courtesy of “The Cenote Guy”

      I didn’t realize that this one was a lot of saltwater as most of the cenotes are mostly freshwater. I needed 10 lbs of weight to sink lol which was a lot. I’ve never had that much and the divemasters pointed out that I’m wearing a 5mm, which, I hated by the way. It felt so constrictive but I might also be in between sizes type thing.

      In any case, we headed over to Dos Ojos – I was excited, albeit nervous. I almost drowned in the ocean a couple years ago. It only came to my awareness how much trauma that actually induced during my trip to the Philippines last December. It sucks because it essentially puts a dent in your anticipation. I’ve never done acid but from what I gather if you go in with a shit headspace then you’ll have a bad trip. It’s similar to diving, I think.

      Dos Ojos – Bat Cave

      On our ride to Dos Ojos, they asked me if I wanted to go to the Bat Cave Line or the Barbie Line. We intended on going again for one of the other lines anyway so I was pretty “meh doesn’t matter” … and so were they lol.

      “Pick a number. 1 or 2?” I asked

      “Two,” replied Miranda.

      “Bat Cave it is.” I replied.

      My main dive guide was Mario although Miranda (they’re a couple) would come here and there. She’s actually from Toronto and she started out scuba diving in drysuit because it’s cold out here in Ontario.

      They’re also full-on cave divers. These places we’re diving that are easily accessible to the public (with the correct training and licensing of course), are caverns. Caverns are like caves except they have openings/access/exit points just within a few minutes for every spot or tunnel. Caves, on the other hand, are long tunnels and cave systems that have no openings for a looooong time.

      The dive shop I went to these cenotes with 2 years ago actually coaxed me into taking cave diving specialty because they saw how much I loved it. I contacted the guy and he gave me a quick rundown of the course. It was already iffy (price: expensive, time: a month or something and it’s daily diving of about 8 hours each day) but he lost me at, “Learning how to stay calm in zero visibility with sediment and no openings for 3-4 hours.”
      lol.
      Fuck that shit.

      “Wait a minute, you guys are full on cave divers? Like you go into crawl spaces and stuff?” I asked.

      “Yeah,” Miranda replied.

      “Holy shit. I’ve watched documentaries about you people.”

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      “They say it takes a special kind of crazy to be a cave diver.” said Miranda.

      “Yeah. I would agree with that,” I replied. I started calling her “psycho bunny” because I can’t keep calling her “insane” etc; that’s boring. Plus she keeps her cute on despite the extreme sport she gets involved so it seems appropriate.

      If you’d like to creep Miranda’s profile, you may check out her Instagram here.

      Mario’s Instagram is here (they’re both cave divers so both their accounts are pretty juicy… well, at least to me).

      This Bat Cave dive didn’t go very smoothly for me. I’ve never worn a 5mm wetsuit and I found out that I hated it.

      Going in the bat caves was alright although I struggled with my buoyancy. The shallower the waters, the more difficult it is to control. The deepest we went on this was about 9 metres / 29 ft. If you look closely, you’ll see me struggling.

      On most cenotes we went to, there would almost always be an opening within a matter of a few minutes. I think the tunnels on this one was a bit longer than that? I can’t do several hours of cave diving with no openings but I, along with many other tourists, are okay with a several minutes of no opening.

      After going through the beautiful tunnels… (and yes, without our flashlights, it would’ve been pitch black. It was cool)

      … we end up here (the actual bat cave)

      I’ve been to Dos Ojos several times but I don’t remember coming here. I think we always went to the Barbie Line, prior?

      In any case, we actually got out of the water pretty early onto the snorkel area vs where we entered because my buoyancy and my exhaustion was not fun.

       

      Cenote El Pit

      I was exhausted AF once we got back to the shop so I canceled for the next day.

      I craved vegetarian food, which I usually don’t unless it’s so fricking hot that I have to force feed myself because my body then protects itself from overheating by holding my appetite (happened to me in the Philippines). I do force feed myself though when I realize that I haven’t eaten at all that day because I will inadvertently go into ketosis.

      I asked the dive shop for some recommendations and the closest one was La Hoja Verde. This one was actually vegan. It’s right on the corner of Ave. Tulum and C Beta Sur. I’m not a vegan or anything but I highly recommend this place. I did some rough calculations in my head (because I used to be one of those obsessive people with my nutrition thanks to my injured spine) and you can actually get a good dose of your macros, including much needed protein, in some of their dishes.

      La Hoja Verde Tulum

      One the next dive day, we decided to do El Pit and Dos Ojos again for the Barbie Line.

      We started off with El Pit. It was just Mario and I that day as Miranda was doing remote work.

      Mario and I, on our way to the next cave dive 🤙

      It was a good ride. Mario, as I found out, used to DJ and is very well versed with electronic music. We listened to some tracks on our way. I highly recommend these guys to dive with. Besides their technical prowess, you will also get some education, creative expansion, and overall enjoyable company.

      During our setup, I asked Mario to take a video. I often get asked about diving and what it entails. It’s fun, sure… but it’s work. Everything in life takes work. As per a recent conversation with a friend, it’s about finding those things and/or people that make it worth it. Like, no, I don’t like overheating and walking under the sun in a suit with so much weight on me but to cavern dive and experience these things: to me, it’s worth it.

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      As for El Pit: I was still having trouble with my buoyancy so I wasn’t able to fully enjoy it, unfortunately. Mario had to hold me at one point because I kept, inadvertently, ascending. I canceled going in the little cave at the back of the pit because I couldn’t control my buoyancy. Granted, I still enjoyed the earth matter accumulated over the years, on the bottom of the pit, as well as the view. 😍

      There was also visible signs of the halocline effect (when freshwater meets saltwater, it gets blurry. Heads up: it can be a little disorienting though it only lasts a few seconds on certain parts where the waters meet).

      After which, we headed to Dos Ojos to do the Barbie Line.

      Dos Ojos – Barbie Line (Take 1)

      I still couldn’t control my buoyancy, which I was thoroughly irritated with.

      Mario and Miranda were very nice to remind me to not be too hard on myself. It’s funny that they mentioned it because I often get that. I had a pretty militant upbringing which I’m currently healing from as an adult.

      Sometimes growth is about unlearning in order to re-learn just like how I want to unlearn that trauma so I can rejig my mojo.

      I tried Dos Ojos again, this time on the Barbie Line, because I was super excited for it but my buoyancy, was not. This is why I decided to make this “dive” a buoyancy correcting trip instead. I insisted with Mario to just stay in the snorkel area because I wasn’t confident enough to go in… and practice we did.

      I actually managed to get my buoyancy down. I just needed a little bit of practice… but I lost my mother.effing.GoPro. 🤬

      I was pretty upset. The camera was attached to an unsinkable stick so when we couldn’t find it (we asked everyone in the area including the gatekeepers), I assumed it was stolen and that I will never get it back though I kept trying.

      I gave myself another rest day at some point, making it 4 dive days instead of 5. I just don’t remember if it was after this one or the next one.

      We came back here on the next dive day though.

      Dos Ojos – Barbie Line (Take 2 and 3)

      So I don’t have any footage of Take 2 because I was camera-less.

      We searched and asked around before going in and then right before we ascended, I insisted on searching for it around the entrance area once more… and he found my GoPro. I was so happy 😭

      The Take 3, however, did not pan out either. I specifically went back in to get footage but no dice.

      The Barbie Line is beautiful. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to finish this dive as I canceled it because I was exhausted. I mean, I was already thinking of what to eat and what to do when I got home and such. I specifically craved nachos and margaritas as I dreamed of blasting my AC in my comfortable, budget room 😂

      Since Mario was so well-versed on the geology, I went ahead and asked questions because I actually find these things interesting especially when I’m there. Experiential learning (vs plain theory) still takes the cake for me.

       

      Cenote Aktun-Ha (also known as Cenote Carwash)

      I specifically asked to do this one because when I attempted to do this 2 years ago, I couldn’t equalize my ears properly so I had to ascend early.

      It was gorgeous.

      Here’s about 50 minutes of unedited footage (after a few minutes of intro). I kept the camera on the entire time, mounted on my head. In case you want to experience an entire dive, this would be the video.

      Cenote Nicte-Ha

      I think we dropped off Miranda after Aktun-Ha? If you guys are reading this and you remember the timeline of events, let me know so I can correct it.

      Mario decided to take me here because my buoyancy was good. As I found out during the dive, this one had tight spaces (well, tight for recreational divers like me and probably nothing for pro cave divers). One could easily hit the stalactites and cause too much disturbance to the elements if your buoyancy is a hot mess.

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      This one was has a special story.

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      There are seemingly many versions of it as legends tend to be, but the one that was narrated to me, personally, was about Nicte-Ha, a beautiful maiden who was bound to be wed to a prince.
      Apparently, however, the priest who was appointed to wed them, fell in love with Nicte-Ha and have decided to kill her instead (if I can’t have you, no one can, sort of serial killer vibes). The Prince, in mourning and very heartbroken, prayed to the Gods for help. He was heard by the Gods and they told him that they would help… by killing him and then turning him into a red cardinal bird.

      You can see these birds visit the water lilies, which the Gods have turned Nicte-Ha into, everyday.

      Beautiful 💕

      I would argue that these legends are glimpses to our subconscious in the ways the stories unfold. As an old friend once said when things happen, “It’s the paradigm of the situation that matters.”

      Everything is ultimately transient including the motions we experience. What stays? The lessons? Our characters? Our lives?

      It’s such a mystery, isn’t it?

      the view underwater

      And so we went on to further explore the caverns, perhaps, with a nuanced intention of hoping to further explore ourselves.

      The water was actually pretty chilly although you stop noticing it once you start the dive. I didn’t feel any dive fatigues or post dive hunger during this trip aside from this one and Aktun-Ha. I think it was because we were down there for a little over an hour (!). The waters were shallow enough (about 6 metres / 20 ft maximum depth) that one tank could last that long. I still had a little air left when we ascended.

      I felt the fatigue, literally, as soon as my head surfaced. I gave myself a good break after that: had a cigarette, ate good food, had a beer at home, blasted my AC, and chilled, chilled, chilled.

      I do recall this being my last dive though I didn’t really pack up until the next morning.

      As to what I brought (people ask):
      – GoPro + accessories (unsinkable stick, screws, head mount, hand mount + extra batteries)
      – 4 tops, 2 or 3 bottoms + 2 summer dresses
      – 2 bikini pairs
      – toiletries
      – passport, ID’s, phone, wallet etc

      It took me like 15 minutes to pack so it wasn’t a big deal. I stayed at a hostel in a private room at Che Tulum Hostel & Bar.
      Note: Don’t book the shared or dorm-like rooms unless you’re in your 20’s, looking to party all night, and not sleep until 4 or 5 am. The private rooms are actually right across the street from the hostel and bar itself and oh man, the party never stopped there. You can hear the music even when you’re outside the complex. Again, if you’re looking to par-taaay, the shared rooms would be the place for you.

      These days, I just want my peace and quiet. When I travel, one of the things I like to do is to try and immerse myself in cultural things because part of doing this, for me, is to expand my consciousness. We never really get to know a culture until we feel (subconscious/instinctive) how they see the world. All this talk is just theory (conscious/executive) without the immersive experiences and real talk that both contribute to our emotional intelligence and self-expansion.
      I didn’t really get to do that here though. I came to Tulum specifically to dive the caverns and when I return, it’ll be the same thing. Tulum has turned somewhat bougie as people caught on the caverns I suppose. I first came here over 10 years ago when it was all just jungle. Granted, there weren’t as many food options or other convenient touristy things (I got a manicure and an in-home massage myself).

      El Carro de Pecho (street vendor near my place – delicious burgers)

      If I had it my way, I would’ve kept it communal and low key although, as some expat Belgian I met in my early 20’s a long time ago when I was travelling had said, “It’s my fault too.”

      We were talking about how an island in the Philippines was getting too industrialized and polluted. He interrupted me at one point and said that yes, it would be nicer if it was a small community which is what we all actually want but we also want air conditioning so in a sense, we paved the way for its ruin though it wasn’t our intention.

      Everything is a double-edged sword and he’s right: we’re all part of the problem. I think the key is making efforts to minimize damages as we try not to compromise our standards and quality of Life. I mean, scuba diving in the ocean and even in these caverns alone are already disturbing the elements in itself. Try not to ruin anything when you’re down there. Remember that we’re just passing by and humans are the species on this planet that have caused the greatest damage. We’ve successfully abused, trampled, and destroy so much of Mother Nature and we can barely afford to pay her back.

      We, as humans, in my opinion, aren’t entitled at all.

      The conversion rate (if you’re talking about USD, CAD, EUR, GBP, AUD or other developed economies’ currencies) doesn’t really work in our favour anymore either. The pricing is listed in MXN Peso but when you convert it, it’s the same price as it is back home.

      Gas prices are the same everywhere I go. It blows my mind because I complain about the same gas prices in Toronto.

      I just hope the locals know and understand what beauty they have because I, myself, didn’t appreciate the beauties of my own country (Philippines) up until we left and saw it, objectively. I grew up in close proximity to some of the most amazing beaches in the world and it was just my “normal.”

      Apo Island, Philippines

      There’s this film with Childish Gambino and Rihanna called “Guava Island.” At one point, Childish Gambino’s character was complaining and Rihanna was asking him what his problem was. His problem, as he so eloquently put, is that they’re living in paradise but they don’t have the time nor the money to enjoy it because he’s working for a factory, which is polluting their island.

      Please be a responsible adventurer. I’ve heard so many stories of divers straight up stepping on corals, polluting the waters, and not caring about what mess they might leave = not cool.

      While I don’t have answers to the woes of the world, I hope that I was at least able to give you something worthwhile to see, read, laugh, and think about – and perhaps even something to be inspired about – fellow traveller.

      Until next time.

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    • Philippines – Dec ’23 to Jan ’24: Foreword

      Posted at 9:53 am by Gelene Celis, on March 17, 2024

      My family immigrated to Toronto, Canada on March 9, 2001.

      I remember looking at the weather report before our flight and seeing a negative sign (-) before the “1” on the Celsius. I processed that it was minus 1 but I didn’t believe my logic, thinking there must be another explanation.
      “No, it’s below 0°C. The temperature there right now is below 0,” said my mother as we watched from our television in Quezon City, Metro Manila.

      “What the fuck? What does that even feel like?” I thought.

      I wore jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and brought one of those puffy jackets that my aunt had sent in from New York (she’s already been living there for about 5 years or so by the time we got the papers to bounce). I wore it in the Philippines and immediately started sweating. I thought that must be more than enough because it was so thick and insulated. I was proven wrong when we landed.

      Before we arrived, however, we were bombarded with in-flight ads for antidepressants and I remember thinking, “WTF? Is it that bad out here? I thought these people were living better lives and here we are getting away from a developing country. Aren’t these guys a major key player nation? I don’t get it.”
      I didn’t get it until I got depressed myself, for years. Right around the time I started healing, I realized that the problem wasn’t depression; it’s spiritual poverty.

      But I didn’t know that yet when I tested the stinky, puffy jacket once we landed. As we waited for our ride, I decided to wear the jacket and momentarily step outside to get a feel of -1°C.
      Once I stepped out, I couldn’t move. I was so cold. I remember not wanting my skin to touch my clothes which turned ice cold. I counted down from 10 to -1 before I mustered the courage to run back to the airport.

      I remember seeing the piles of snow, neatly tucked and mounded on the lawn areas in the suburbs. I knew snow didn’t fall like that but I couldn’t understand then how the city managed to “organize the snow.” The Philippines doesn’t nearly have the budget nor the kind of facilities and technology to be ready for such things. I’ve only ever lived in Southeast Asia before then so I couldn’t fathom these ideas at the time.

      Fast forward 23 years later, I went back to the motherland a very different person and then went back to Toronto afterward, also a little different.

      One of the first things I did when I arrived back in Toronto was dispose of about a third of my wardrobe and several other items. I’ve been holding on to them thinking that they might, eventually, be useful but it’s been years since I even bothered interacting with these things. It just didn’t make any sense anymore.

      After living off a backpack and a personal bag item for a month, constantly on the road (or on a flight or on a boat), interacting with locals and indigenous tribes who live richer lives with much less, I realized how much bullshit, nonsense, and excess I have allowed to accumulate in my life.

      I brought a 45-liter hiking backpack (any larger and I would’ve needed to check it in which I was avoiding), a small sling bag, and a foldable water-resistant bag that I packed in. I didn’t have room to bring my own wetsuit, unfortunately (it’s just more comfortable for me plus rental ones tend to be worn out like a 3mm wetsuit ends up feeling like a 1mm or less lol) but I did manage to pack a GoPro with an underwater housing with some accessories, a dive mask, and my dive watch.

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      I actually overpacked. Imagine that lol.

      Here’s a good chunk of my luggage:
      – 5 tops (tank and shirts)
      – 4 bottoms (all shorts)
      – 4 pieces of bras (I used my bikini tops as bras sometimes)
      – 6 underwear
      – 7 pairs of socks (thinking that I’ll be sweating all the time but then I got there and I didn’t wanna wear closed shoes – I wore sandals the entire time and only used my sneakers in the plane to and from Canada). I got rid of 5 of them during the middle of the trip (donated to hotel staff)
      – 3 bikini tops, 3 bikini bottoms
      – sandals (order true to size as I ordered half a size larger and it was a little too big)
      – toiletry bag
      – money belt (the type you can hide under your clothing)
      – GoPro accessory bag with the camera and some of the accessories (half of which I didn’t use)

      I wore a sweater and a t-shirt with capri pants for the flight to and from Toronto. I never used capri pants when I was in the country (too hot that I just wore shorts) and I only ever used the sweater when I was in the mountains. It took up so much space it was a hassle.
      I did laundry a total of about 3 times in a month… and no, I didn’t bring a towel. Never needed to until I got to Buscalan (Whang-Od, the old lady tattooist’s village). I bought a $5 CAD / 200 PHP microfibre towel at a local mall that I was going to use for just that night.

      As for being a solo female traveller: I’ve just done it so many times at this point that it wasn’t even something that I was that worried about. It’s only the second time I backpacked though, like ever, and solo. I did bring a portable door lock and someone advised me about putting some hot sauce in a spray container (brilliant) because I can’t bring pepper spray on board. I never had to use it though I kept it in hand for times when I was freaking out since I was, statistically speaking, a perpetrator’s best bet. Other than that, I was actually walking in the dark, at night, during some points in the more rural areas where people are less corrupt. The rule of thumb is that the bigger the population, the more likely you are to get ripped off. I got ripped off a total of probably about $50 CAD (2,000 PHP). In the Philippines, that can get you about 5 decent meals, public transportation for getting around in a city for a day, possibly a souvenir or two, and a pack of cigarettes.

      Yes, I was smoking (again) because scuba divers smoke like fucking chimneys. I know you would think otherwise because we need healthy lungs but I suppose some rules don’t apply like how the Badjaus (indigenous peoples in Southeast Asia, some of which reside in the Philippines) are sea gypsies who spearfish while freediving in the ocean, expertly so that they have actually developed larger spleens to hold more oxygen. They, too, smoke like fucking chimneys.

      “Ay yan ho mga Badjau (Oh there are the Badjaus!)” said the cab driver from one of my trips to the airport. He was pointing out to beggars during traffic.
      “Badjaus? Hindi po ba sila sa dagat nakatira? Sikat ho yun dun sa North America kasi nandun sila sa National Geographic. People are in awe of their abilities. (Badjaus? Don’t they live near the oceans? They’re popular in North America because they’re in National Geographic and BBC. People are in awe of their abilities,” I said.


      “Ah ‘pag wala silang kita sa pangingisda, nagpupunta ho sila dito sa Maynila para malimus. Wala kasi silang alam na gawin kundi yun at wala rin silang suporta sa gobyerno. Alam naming native sila tsaka minsan nakakaawa pero napeperwisyo rin ang mga tao dito kasi tayo nagtra-trabaho at sila malaking kita sa pagmamalimos (Ah when they don’t earn anything on fishing or spearfishing, they come here to Manila to be beggars. They don’t have any other skills but that and they don’t have support from the government. We know they’re indigenous and sometimes we pity them but sometimes they’re a hassle too because we work hard and meanwhile they earn decent money on begging alone).” the cab driver replied.

      Developing larger spleens to hold more oxygen is essentially the closest thing to being a mutant like X-Men or something as far as advanced genetic mutations go… and somehow, they’re beggars.

      I told one of my friends about this while we were out for drinks.

      Lotsa real talk with friends I haven’t seen in over a decade!

      “Parang hindi accurate yung pinapakita nila sa Nat Geo/BBC, (It seems that National Geographic/BBC doesn’t paint the whole picture),” Roger said.
      “Yeah,” I replied. “I’m gonna write about it. People need to know.”
      My friend nodded in agreement.

      And so my physical, mental, and emotional journey began, uncovering truths along the way, some of which, to be honest, I was not ready for but grateful to have known nonetheless.

      It has been a privilege just as much as I gained more awareness of how privileged I am.

      Trip Itinerary

      Dec 8 – Dec 9:
      Dubai (layover)

      Dec 9 – Dec 11:
      Manila (inadvertent layover)

      Dec 11 – Dec 16:
      Malapascua, Cebu (scuba diving, alone with fellow tourists)

      Dec 16 – Dec 18:
      Manila (friends and family)

      Dec 18 – Dec 20:
      San Juan, La Union (surfing, family and friend)

      Dec 20 – Dec 21:
      Manila (family)

      Dec 21 – Dec 22:
      Sablayan (town to access scuba diving island, surprise cultural delights!)

      Dec 22 – Dec 24:
      Apo Reef / Apo Island (diving, alone with fellow tourists)

      Dec 24 – Dec 25:
      San Jose, Mindoro (town after diving, transit back to Manila)

      Dec 25 – Dec 27:
      San Fernando, Pampanga (Filipino Christmas lanterns, alone)

      Dec 27 – Dec 30:
      Manila (friends and family)

      Dec 30 – Jan 1:
      Buscalan, Tinglayan, Kalinga (Whang-Od and hiking, alone with fellow local tourists)

      Jan 1 – Jan 3:
      Sagada (mountains hiking, alone added by a fellow local tourist)

      Jan 3 – Jan 5:
      Manila (friends)

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      I saw some family and some old friends whom I hadn’t seen in well over a decade, some I hadn’t seen in about 25 years. Those may not be necessarily in my entries as they are the learnings for me and may be too personal to share. If I mention them, it’s because I feel there might be some universal lessons that others may pick up.

      If I mention friends whom I interacted with, it’s because they were part of conversations that had a broader topic that I’d like to share.

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    • Philippines: Part 2 – La Union

      Posted at 9:01 pm by Gelene Celis, on March 13, 2024

      When I told my dad that I was going to the Philippines, he told me about a distant cousin.

      “Ah kilala mo si Andrea? Mahilig din sa dagat yun! (Oh do you know Andrea? She loves the ocean too!” he said while showing me her social media which was filled with surf photos.

      Of course, I was intimidated.

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      I contacted her anyway. She’s a distant cousin like my 3rd cousin or something. We all have extended family to some degree but Filipinos keep in touch with, like, everyone. I know it’s not only me that gets lost when I go to reunions, “Oh that’s your aunt from so and so grandfather and that one is this and your nephew blah blah blah.”

      I can’t keep track of these things 😵‍💫

      I met with my friends in Manila and then onto Andrea’s condo in Quezon City, Manila.

      I didn’t really know what to expect but we ended up chatting for hours. Glad to say my cousin and I hit it off! 😊
      It was kinda jokes because apparently my dad gave all my family members, that I might see, a heads up, “Yeah. I told my dad that I’ve seen all kinds of things and different kinds of people at UP (University of the Philippines). I don’t have problems with you being a lesbian,” Andrea said.
      “Huh? I’m not a lesbian. I’m mostly straight. I’ve only really been with a couple of women but I’m mostly straight like I’m supposedly pansexual,” I said.
      “Ay! Mali! Ang sabi ng Tatay ko kakaiba ka raw! Wala ng ibang sinabi basta yun lang and it’s up to me to interpret! Kakainis! (Ay! Wrong! My dad said you were different! He didn’t mention anything else and it was up to me to interpret! So annoying!)” she replied.

      We had a laugh. I’m aware of how I look like and possibly even my demeanour. I shave my head and I have a head tattoo as well as tattoos all over my body and facial mods (spacers 38mm/1.5in diameter, septum ring).

      It’s been quite an interesting, inadvertent social experiment walking around looking like the way I do.
      A lot of people have impressions of me just on my style alone. It spans from intimidation to fear to hate to admiration and awe.
      That’s why I always say, get to know yourself first and seek internal validation vs placing too much worth on external factors. If they’re inaccurate on how they read you: it’s really more of a reflection of who they are (or their reality) than who you are and your reality.
      We’re not in control of how we’re received but we can manage ourselves and how we interact with others and our environment.
      It’s important to get lost in life at some point or another because sometimes that’s how we find our own path… but try not to lose yourself in the noise.

      Though I guess I can’t really blame people for my resting bitch face, my tattoos, my shaved head, my piercings etc you know.

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      My cousin and I packed up and got ready to go to bed. Her friend was picking us up early morning and onto a 4 hour ride to San Juan, La Union.

      San Juan, La Union

      We stayed at Shorebeach Hostel which I loved. They kept the walls and roofing bare like without the red brick things; it was just plain cement and they furnished it with wood and other ethnic things. It gave the whole minimalist + wooden and tribal sort of furniture. I loved it. I can’t say that enough. If I had all the budget in the world, that’s how I would want my place to look like.

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      I didn’t take any good photos unfortunately so here are some from various sources (mentioned in the captions). We stayed in a double bed + single bedroom as there were three of us (first two above).

      We just chilled on our arrival day and made arrangements for surfing the next day. We had to get up around 5am because we were instructed to be there at 5:30.

      The beach was about a 5-minute walk from the hostel. We had some late lunch along the way at Herbs n Spice before calling it a night.

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      Surfing

      Day 1

      So we’re on Day 2 of being in La Union but Day 1 of surfing. We didn’t get the chance to surf the day before as there weren’t any slots on the previous day (plus we were tired from long driving).

      I didn’t really know what to expect. I’ve never gone surfing before, like ever, in my life. When we got there though, we essentially just signed up and let them know our “level” which was, for me, zero.
      After which, the instructors decided that the waves on the beach we were in were too big for beginners like us so they took us to another spot.

       

      In the middle of the session (2 hours total), I started feeling my stomach sting. “Rashes! Soft board kasi kaya ka nagkaganyan (Rashes! It’s ’cause you’re riding a soft board – with texture – which is why you’re getting it),” said the instructor. He recommended rash guards… and I realized why they’re called “rash guards.” I’ve always thought it was something random 🤷🏽‍♀️

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      In any case, many falls, minor foot injuries, stomach and arms rashes, burps (I legit tasted my breakfast as I was out in the water that day), wedgies, sunburns, a few cusses, and frustrations later…

      I don’t have the surf mount, unfortunately, and there wasn’t anyone who was taking our photos either so I don’t have media of the actual surfing. I can tell you that I fell plenty though. However, I did manage to get up the board and balance for about 10 seconds at the longest. I heard that’s a pretty big deal because people usually can’t even stand on the board during the first lesson so even though I failed plenty, I’m still pretty proud of myself 😎

      Apparently, I was walling too? I didn’t even know what that meant but my instructor (left-most) told me I did well on the first time I managed to get up (5 seconds). I was supposedly riding to the left, avoiding the crash of the waves. I was just feeling it out and rolling my balance with it… now I know why they say “ride the waves.”

      We wrapped it up and went back to the hostel. We planned on doing another session that afternoon but I passed out and Therese and Andrea just started working smh.

      We ended the day by chillin’ at the beach before finding a spot to have dinner… and I found Taho! 😊

      That night, we walked around the area to find something to eat. I forgot where we ended up but I defo remember the convos.

      I Love You Long Time

      “In 1987, the same year that the Philippines ratified its constitution and allowed the United States to retain military bases within its archipelago, the Stanley Kubrick film, ‘Full Metal Jacket’ was released. It was a critically acclaimed adaptation of a semi-autobiographical novel about an American soldier during the Vietnam war. The iconic scene features a Vietnamese sex worker saying, ‘Me so horny! Me love you long time!’ She is obviously not horny. She is poor, brown, and exotic. Holly wood really said, ‘Nevermind that brown women are caricatured, as long as the white soldier is humanized!’ In the years since, pop culture has clouded the racist roots of this phrase, where imperialism is hidden in catchy lyrics and comedic microaggressions. Along the shores of La Union, traces of an American air base linger as bars line the streets of a freeport zone. The story repeats itself wherever US troops decide to enter visa-free with impunity. Up the coast, in a small municipality heaving with local tourists, the phrase has evolved. Soon after foreign surfers retired in San Juan but before the white van joiners rolled along, Urbiztondo became the off melting pot of hardy Ilocanos, bohemian city kids, sexpats, and the occasional backpacker. I LU Long Time, now worn as a badge of honour, reframes the tourist town as a beloved neighbourhood of residents first, drawing the line between transplant and transient. It’s a lowkey flex: I eat breakfast at the sari-sari store, I don’t leave trash on the beach, I watch the sunset from my favourite board rack
      This is home, not a transaction. This is Love. Hindi ako pang short time (I’m not for a ‘short time’).”

      for reference:

      If you know me at all then you would know that I have a lot of… umm… passion, in me?

      My cousin picked it up right away. I have a tendency to get fired up over social issues most likely because of my own immersive history with oppression. Don’t get me wrong: we all experience this to some degree most especially on a social level. I catch my own mental, emotional, and physical barriers being affected by these things myself.

      I told them everything I knew and had come to witness: race is a big thing everywhere even when you’re living in a country inhabited by mostly its locals. I’m not going into detail on my blog though if you’re curious just reach out. You can either message me here via my Contact page or if you know me in person, I’d be down to grab some coffee or drinks and just chat.

      If you have any sense of social awareness and an inkling of recent history (and what’s going on in the world today), the things you’ll hear me say shouldn’t come as too much of a shock.

      Day 2

      Surfing Day 2 = Day 3 (last day)

      We went out to the beach that we took a trike from that morning to see if we could surf there. The instructors initially thought that we should be able to do the waves there but…

      Thankfully, we didn’t end up doing it there. I was honestly a little freaked out with the waves on that beach. We went ahead and took another trike to the nearby beach with smaller waves.

      “Sige. Balance ka lang. Taasan mo yung squat mo. (OK. Just balance. Squat a little higher),” said my instructor.
      “Oho. Matutumba, malalaglag ako. Natututo pako. It’s part of it. Mangyayari talaga yun (Yes, sir. I’m gonna lose my balance, fall. I’m still learning. It’s part of it. It’ll happen),” I replied.

      I didn’t break my astonishing 10-second record lol ’cause the waves that I was able to fully ride were short. I’m also tired AF. I forgot to eat that morning so I inhaled my siopao that I bought from 7/11 earlier that day. I also had another swim top but it had texture on it so my rashes were actually worse. I got a little complacent with sunscreen too like I didn’t bother applying it so I ended up burning my face…

      It was a workout for sure; paddling, pushing yourself up, balancing, squatting, and such. DOMS kicked in within 2 hours like wtf. It was cray cray.

      We still had some time before we needed to leave so we met up with some of my cousin’s friends for lunch. The couple was headed somewhere north of where we were. I thought to highlight the buko (coconut) and buko pandan ice cream 😁

      We just kinda chilled before we wrapped it up.

      On our way home, Therese’s HR-V (big car) GPS somehow led us to a fucking alleyway that was filled with trikes, pedestrians, stray dogs and cats, and motorbikes. I was losing my shit… but they were chillin’. Manila driving freaks me out. I don’t even use Angkas which is like Uber for motorbikes; you ride at the back with no harness or anything. You just hold on to the driver… yeah… in Manila where drivers play Tetris with space and speed on the road? Fuck that shit.

      We had some lunch before we left. It was a little sad at the end. I mean, I won’t get to hang with them until at least another couple of years. Gonna miss these girls.

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      Therese dropped us off Andrea’s place. Andrea and I met with our other cousins later that night (they haven’t met my first cousins!) before we parted ways. Andrea was headed back to her hometown and I was headed to another town for more scuba diving.

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      Next up: Mindoro (Sablayan & Apo Reef)

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    • Philippines: Part 3 – Mindoro (Sablayan & Apo Reef)

      Posted at 12:00 pm by Gelene Celis, on March 12, 2024

      I originally was checking out Tubbataha Reef but it was going to be closed for when I was going to be there. A friend then told me about another UNESCO World Heritage Site (protected areas), Apo Reef, that was going to be open.

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      Yeah, so, it’s one of those things like in Malapascua where it was going to be an epic pain in the ass to get to. It’s an island kinda life and, in a sense, it’s a good thing it’s that way because otherwise, it means that it’s become so touristy and industrialized that it would lose value in its serenity.

      Sablayan

      A quick Google search would bring up Sablayan Divers which were one of the few dive shops that I was able locate with a set schedule. There were liveaboards but liveaboards are expensive (averaging at $4k USD/week) + liveaboards are too much: 3-4 diving/day for 5-7 days straight. I know I kinda did that in Thailand because I hadn’t gone diving in like 5 years at that point so I got a little too excited but I mean I couldn’t even get out of bed by the end of it.

      Just to give you an idea of how much diving takes away from your body:
      An hour of martial arts burns about 400-600 calories
      A tank of diving (this can last you from 20-45 minutes depending on depth and your air consumption; the deeper you go, the more air you consume, and the more pressure it is on your body) burns about 300-500 calories. Imagine doing that 3-4x/day for consecutive days.
      It’s one of those things too where you don’t feel your body is working it up until you get out of the water like why am I so tired and why am I so hungry?

      Sablayan Divers were great by the way. I would highly recommend them as they really cared about the divers, were very good-natured, and they made excellent feasts!

      But first, let me tell you how to get there.

      I woke up at 4am and took a cab to the Manila airport to catch my flight. All I knew at that point was that I needed to get to the bus or van terminal to get to Sablayan from the airport. Online research can really only get you so far with these things as you’re going to have to rely on blogs (like mine!) or some other articles that tell you how to get there. So everything is all in theory because nothing is officially registered or set in stone. I thought I’d land there and figure it out. The first thing I did was open my Grab app which was no dice…

      “Magkano? (How much?)” I asked the trike driver as I got off.
      “Bahala ka na ho ma’am (It’s up to you, ma’am),” he replied. I frowned. “Huh? Di pwede yun! (Huh? We can’t do that!),” I told him.
      “Isang daan ho (₱100 – about $2.50 CAD, $2 USD, €1.60).”
      I happily paid him ₱100 thinking the price was more than fair… it wasn’t until later that I found out that I got super ripped off.

      Once I got to the “terminal,” it didn’t really look like much of a terminal at all. I didn’t get the chance to take photos unfortunately as I was too caught up in making my way. There are no set schedules. The van or bus eventually leaves when it’s full. It was chaos; they were filling everything up including the middle aisle with makeshift and foldable seats so people who sat at the back, like myself, wouldn’t be able to get out unless everyone in front would go as well. I didn’t really have an issue with that except for two things: 1) I forgot to empty my bladder 2) The lady beside me decided to argue with the operators about the price and throw up in a fricking plastic bag while she was seated amidst all the people in the van.
      Fantastic. 😒

      The ride was beautiful though. It was all farmlands. Just take my word for it because I wasn’t able to comfortably take out my phone amidst the throwing up in a bag, the noise, and the funny smells… still, I have no regrets.

      After 2-3 hours, I finally arrived at the terminal at Sablayan. From there, I also had no clue as to how to get to the hotel but I did see a line of trikes. Thankfully, there was phone reception here so I was able to look up where the hotel is and it was close enough to be trike-able. I shared the trike with another lady. The driver said it’s cheaper for us that way and it’s good for him too for profit.
      I got off at the hotel and he charged me ₱20 for a little over a kilometre/half a mile ride. I paused. I couldn’t believe it; remember that their gas prices are the same as ours over here in North America, converted. “Bente lang (Only ₱20)?” I asked.
      “Oho bente lang (Yes, just ₱20),” he replied.
      I handed him ₱50 and told him to keep the change.
      “Naks naman! Pamasko! (Nice! For Christmas! – it was December 21st)” he happily exclaimed.

      Dear ladies, gentlemen, non-binary, and whathaveyou: if you’re going to travel around these parts, please tip service workers generously. Their minimum wage is nowhere near ours yet the cost of living is close to ours.

      I checked in Sablayan Seasons Hotel which was not bad though it didn’t look nearly as luxurious as its photos. I didn’t take any photos just out of being tired and wanting to get shit done.

      I was tired AF. I had to get up at 4 to take the cab to my flight, fly for an hour and a half, go on a trike ride to the bus/van terminal, go on a 2-3 hour van ride, and then trike to the hotel. When I settled my stuff in the hotel, I contacted the diveshop right away. They wanted me to come in for a fitting of the equipment and wetsuit so when I got to the hotel, I still had to go find out how to get to the shop. I was getting quotes from ₱500 (about $12 CAD, $10USD, €8) which was exorbitant because I was under the impression that it was close. As it turns out there was a misunderstanding because the vicinity where the shop was had the same name as another pier far out.

      I was exhausted… but one of the things I was after in this whole trip are parol, which are Fillipino Christmas lanterns that I miss so much as they gave me much comfort as a child. I have a painting print of it back home in Toronto.

      I actually have another destination specifically for these things but that one turned out to be a little more industrial.

      Imagine my excitement when I saw parols right in front of my hotel.

      “Sinisindihan ho ba yung mga parol (Do they light up the parol)?” I asked the security guard.
      “Oho mamaya pa ho ng konti kasi umulan (Yes though it will be a little later today because it rained).” he replied.
      I didn’t think I was going to make it because I was just so tired but it was too early to sleep so I walked around the plaza which, to my delight, turned out to be a cultural centre 😊

      I heard some commotion at the gym and found out that there was a basketball game happening. I decided to check it out to pass the time, in hopes that my energy could make it to when they light the lanterns.

      “Magkano ho entrance (How much is the entrance)?” I asked the lady who was sitting by the ticket area.
      “Bente po (₱20 – about ¢.50 CAD, ¢.40 USD, ¢.30 Euro),” she replied. I handed her my payment and made my way in.

      I got pretty hungry after some time so I decided to go out and get something to eat. The lanterns still weren’t lit at the time but they did have an area with street food!

      At some point, the basketball court was getting filled up (good for them). It was then I decided to check out if they’d turned on the lights yet… and they did!

      I wasn’t even planning on posting or saying anything about Sablayan but the sense of community really touched me 🥰
      Later on, I had a conversation with Endoy, who was one of the divemasters and also a co-owner of Sablayan Divers, about it. He informed me that the parol bit of the festivities is actually a competition amongst the barangay/bario (the smallest vicinity sort of division in the Philippines, roughly translated “village”). I asked him if it was institutionally sanctioned at all and he said “Hindi. Sila sila lang dun sa Sablayan ang nag-o-organize nun (No. It’s the people in Sablayan who organize it),” he replied.
      “I hope corporations don’t fucking go in there and meddle because they’re gonna ruin it,” I bitterly said. Endoy nodded his head.
      They know.

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      I was wondering when I would feel this sense of peace in simplicity. The hotel I stayed in wasn’t luxurious at all. The hallway looked creepy as some of the lights didn’t work. It looked like it would’ve made a good location shoot for one of those subtly scary horror films like The Grudge or something as it was also quite rundown. The upper lock on my door didn’t work either as they gave me two keys but one was useless. I just didn’t bring it to the staff’s attention because it was only going to be one night and I couldn’t be bothered with the hassle. Plus, it was fine by me. I brought one of those safety lock things anyway so I used it later that night. Either way, I felt safe there. The people are even-tempered, sensible, honest, and overall chill.

      I can’t tell you how much this place touched my heart. I wanted to stay a couple more nights to immerse myself more in the festivities but I was on a tight schedule. Had I known this was going to come, I would’ve planned to stay at Sablayan for at least 2-3 nights. I really wanted to stay… I mean, I wept in my room that night because I was brought back to places in my childhood when I felt like everything was going to be alright and everyone and everything was safe. Of course, as adults, we all know that’s not true even though we were all born with a clean slate. Somehow our slates get tainted along the way and before we know it, we’re essentially doing all this internal work to undo the damages we incur.

      Life is hard for everyone and sometimes therapy can take on the form of being in a completely different state of mind, with modern machines as extensions of ourselves, within an environment that’s not intrinsic to us as human beings.

      Sometimes that’s what it takes to revive and celebrate our inner child.

       

      Apo Reef

      I was in the shop by 6:30 the next day. I met the people who were doing the 3-day dive trip with me.

      The original itinerary is as follows:
      Day 1 (December 22nd): 3 dives
      Day 2 (December 23rd): 3 dives
      Day 3 (December 24th): 3 dives
      It was 9 dives total including the tent, food, water, equipment, and everything. It was a great deal and they were an amazing crew. They were chill, and very pleasant to be around (super important you develop a working rapport with people you dive with). If you’re headed this way, I highly recommend Sablayan Divers.

      7 divers (2 not in the picture including myself) + one of the local divemasters

      There were 7 of us diving: myself, a French guy, a Filipino-Australian couple, a Korean guy, a Colombian guy who moved to Australia, and his Aussie girlfriend.

      “You looking forward to it? I’m just wondering if there’s fresh water like how the setup would be living on an island,” I said to the Filipina-Aussie woman.
      “Yes! I’m just worried about where to poo and stuff!” she replied.

      I didn’t want to admit it but I thought that too.

      We went on our merry way, all excited and getting comfortable in the boat, napping in random spots (the best part).

      On our way to the island, we learned that we were going to do one dive before getting on the island so we started prepping.

      Since I have so many videos from the dives, I just went ahead and turned it into one long edit.

      Here are some highlights:
      – so many sharks! We saw grey tip, white tip, and black tip. They’re actually quite timid of us and funny enough, we were the ones chasing them. They were just so elusive.
      – a school of eagle rays! It was amazing! They were about 10 metres deeper than the depth we were trying to keep so I was only able to shoot it from a distance but some coordinating happened underwater as some of my mates went a bit deep to get a good shot. The Korean dude had some serious equipment. I just have a lowly starter Cressi Leonardo whereas he had this watch that he can just hook up to his divelog and it populates all the details automatically. He also had this underwater horn that was pretty loud (efficient!) and a mirror lens on his wrist (to view his mates behind him, he explained). He was really sweet; he was looking out for everyone like a divemaster would. He’s had like over 1000+ dives (we asked and he said after 1000, he stopped counting).
      – giant lobsters hiding in coral holes
      – turtles!
      – cuttlefish
      – Nemo
      – Dory
      – Flounder

      they were all wall dives
      they were all wall dives
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      the guy with the serious equipment and 1000+ dives
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      It was amazing though we had a last-minute change of plans to the number of dives per day. We did 4 dives on Day 2 so we can go home early on Day 3. On the final dive, there was a strong current. I fucking hated it. We were swimming so hard to get to the wall of corals like I saw one of my mates swimming really hard but staying in one place. After 8 dives within 2 and a half days, I was done.

      Diving takes a lot out of your body, “Scuba diving exposes you to many effects, including immersion, cold, hyperbaric gases, elevated breathing pressure, exercise and stress, as well as a postdive risk of gas bubbles circulating in your blood. Your heart’s capacity to support an elevated blood output decreases with age and with disease.” – Divers Alert Network

      I decided to call it quits and cancel my dive. I have my own dive computer so I managed to ascend alone and we have just been in the water for about 10 minutes at that point. I kept signaling to my mates that I was okay and gesturing that I was tired. I was using up so much air and we haven’t even gone on the wall yet. I was just done. Tired. Exhausted.

      Image courtesy of Dressel Divers

      The divemaster gave me his diver’s buoy. I signaled “What about you?” then he pointed at the Korean guy (serious equipment dude) and signaled okay because he had a buoy that they could use. My mates then went ahead while I did my pit stop (3 minutes). It was kinda creepy because the visibility was bad on shallow areas so I was in the middle of the ocean with a blurry view of the ocean floor and nothing to see on all sides. I thought to take a video but I was too busy trying to ascend safely.

      I didn’t have a horn or a whistle or anything so when I got to the surface, I had to keep waving the buoy until the boat crew saw me and sailed towards me.

      When my mates finally ascended, I asked them if they saw anything special. Apparently, just one tuna fish, and I’m like… cool. I wouldn’t have wanted to work for that. The dude with the serious equipment was telling me that I needed to descend further down, like on the floor, for when the current was strong so we could swim under it. I kinda knew that but I was just done.

      Living on an island for 3 days and 2 nights is a whole experience in itself. Like my mate, I was a little concerned over the washrooms but I surprisingly was able to do my business every day. Two of our mates though didn’t poo the entire time. I don’t know how they did that, drinking coffee each morning and diving, compressing our bodies. 😂

      “‘Pag inulan tayo, tatakbo na lang tayo ‘dun (If it rains, we’ll just run over there),” he said pointing to the building. The building was something the government was working on because they wanted to make a bustling spot out of the island but it never happened so now it’s just an abandoned place. It’s where the washrooms are.

      I just kinda shrugged off his comment, thinking it won’t rain. That night, however, I started feeling some drizzle and then the winds got strong. I had to get up and hold the tent and I thought it would only last for 15 minutes. When it didn’t, I finally looked out and saw the staff helping out one of the other divers and that’s when I knew it was serious and that we were going to make a run for it.

      It was stressful AF. I mean, I had my stuff laid out in the tent and everything plus I was half asleep. When the crew finally came around to my tent, I hastily grabbed my stuff and shoved it in my backpack. They took the tent and I carried my stuff along with some of the bedding. It was so dark especially since it was raining pretty hard. We were all discombobulated though we managed to settle in our respective “rooms.”

      Since there were no fans or AC, we were relying on the breeze to help us sleep… but the rooms had walls that blocked the wind so it was pretty hot. I used a handheld fan that my friend gave me but my hand stops working when I fall asleep so it was a bit of a funny little problem. The bed was also semi wet and there was sand all over the tent. It was very uncomfortable.

      All throughout this journey, I cherished every moment, including the difficult ones and I never daydreamed nor missed home… except for this time. That night, I longed for my memory foam bed and my duvet. If I want maximum comfort, I tend to leave my window ajar to let some cold wind in. This way, I tuck myself in my sheets and bury myself in the comfort. This was the only time I missed Toronto.

      “Last night was an adventure eh?” I said to one of our mates the morning after.
      “Oh, it was a movie.” he replied.
      So true.

      Everything else went well after that though. So many insightful conversations; from one of our mates and me admitting that we’re gluttonous Westerners (one of the staff members doesn’t eat at night and then we mentioned how we can’t do that) to numerous dive stories.
      We asked our divemaster for shitty occurrences in his career span. “Oh my God. Too many to count.” 😂 Poor guy. Life is hard enough as it is. Imagine problems underwater?
      We pressed him for the worst story which he indulged us with.
      Apparently, the guy straight up stood on the corals to take photos, which destroyed the corals. Endoy, the divemaster, gestured 🤷🏽‍♀️ and to come up. The guy wasn’t ascending from the coral floor. On the next dive, the divemaster went close to him to encourage him to stay off the corals but the diver grabbed his arm and pushed him away. The divemaster told the owner of the shop (he was working for another shop at the time) and so they kicked the turd out and never went diving with him again.
      Endoy and I chatted a few times. I told him about the movie, “The Triangle of Sadness.” It stars a Filipina woman as a protagonist, which was a nice surprise for me. I only watched the film on Prime because it looked interesting. It’s about a boat crew for a rich people’s cruise and it makes a mockery of the social disparities that different human beings, from different walks of life, experience along with the ridiculous demands. When I told him I was 38 years old (now 39), he was surprised. I said, “You know the saying, ‘Asian don’t raisin?'” He looked puzzled. I looked to his wife (she was the cook), “Anong Tagalog ng raisin? (What’s Tagalog for raisin),” I asked.
      “Pasas,” she replied. Endoy’s face lit up, “Ah! Like your face and wrinkles.”
      “Yes!” I replied.

      Duyan (swing) which I was tempted to sleep on the nights (good thing I didn't because it rained)
      Duyan (swing) which I was tempted to sleep on the nights (good thing I didn’t because it rained)
      Water Pump - half freshwater and half saltwater
      Water Pump – half freshwater and half saltwater

      The Korean guy, who has 1000+ dives, on the other hand, was telling us about the Maldives. Apparently, over there, there is a good chance of you coming across a school of sharks that will swim around you (harmless). He was very funny and actually quite sweet though things got lost in translation.

      We didn’t decide to do 4 dives on Day 2 until after Dive 3. I guess he didn’t get the memo because he took his bag from the boat. He did this by jumping into shallow water and getting a staff member to hand it over to him. He crossed the waters holding his bag over his head and when it got to dinner, he ate quite a bit because he thought we were done. When he found out, he was shocked and gestured how much he ate and that he might throw up. “Good for the fish,” replied the divemaster.

      He was fine though. He didn’t throw up. You’re usually advised not to eat too much food because of the compression in deeper waters. It could cause you to throw up and I have seen a diver throw up underwater. It doesn’t look fun so in as much as diving is a fun and relaxing sport, it’s always important to take precautions because you are putting yourself at risk.

      That night, a group of freedivers came to the island. We didn’t party with them or anything (they blasted the music for a few hours and were drinking Tanduay which is half gin and half rum- they were hardcore) but a few of my mates spoke to them and I heard something ridiculous like one of them can freedive for 2 minutes down to 40 metres (130 ft) and one of them can freedive for 2 minutes down to 20 metres (65 ft).
      We were like, “WTF?!?”

      We learned that they were seasoned scuba divers looking for the next challenge… my mates and were like, “Yeah, we’ll stick to diving. Thanks.” We were totally put to shame. The thing is with freediving, you mostly concentrate on your thing. They’re not like divers; once we get comfortable down there, we just kinda play around, look at the fish, swim after sharks and turtles you know. We’re chillin’; can’t do that with freediving.

       

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      Next Up: Pampanga and Mountain Province

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    • Philippines: Part 4 – Mountain Province (and Pampanga)

      Posted at 10:30 am by Gelene Celis, on March 10, 2024

      Pampanga

      I flew back to Manila on Christmas Day. I wasted no time and headed straight to the bus station upon landing.

      Pampanga is about an hour and a half away from Manila. It’s dubbed the next capital of the country because it’s bustling.

      I went there specifically for the Giant Lantern Festival which I missed.

      “Ah wala na ho yun. Yung festival isang gabi lang at natapos na (Oh that’s done. The festival is for one night only and it’s finished),” said the receptionist at the AirBnB condo I booked.

      The lanterns were still there though so I went.

      I gotta say, I’m not quite as impressed as the lanterns I saw in Sablayan. The one in Sablayan was more grassroots whereas this was quite commercialized. What became the highlight of this trip was my fancy pants AirBnB at AzureNorth.

      AzureNorth, Pampanga - image courtesy of AirBnB
      AzureNorth, Pampanga – image courtesy of AirBnB
      AzureNorth, Pampanga - image courtesy of AirBnB
      AzureNorth, Pampanga – image courtesy of AirBnB
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      AzureNorth, Pampanga - image courtesy of AirBnB
      AzureNorth, Pampanga – image courtesy of AirBnB

      It was actually my first time renting a place with Netflix on the telly so I was pretty excited as I’ve only been watching Netflix on my phone. Netflix in every country varies so I was pretty stoked to have different types of selections, including more Asian films. I seek indie and international films out on purpose to begin with and having it right on my fingertips in a convenient place after roughing it up in the island was a nice breather.

      I was so happy to have freshwater coming from the tap and the shower. I was also super comfortable on the bed and the place was cozy to begin with. I ordered in quite a bit and besides the lantern festival and some errands at the mall, I didn’t go out. After roughing it up for 3 days and continuously scuba diving for several days, which is very taxing on your body, I welcomed the chill for several days.

      Plus, it was so fucking crowded that I didn’t want to be out because of it. When I got off the bus I thought, “Oh it’s not as crowded as Manila!”

      I swallowed those words pretty fast.

      On my last day, I headed back to Manila for a few days and hung out with some friends before I headed out to the Mountain Province region.

      Mountain Province

      Kalinga (Buscalan, Tinglayan)

      This was defo the most challenging part of the journey. Panicking during your refresher course due to trauma was challenging because it had to do with self-regulation. This, however, was very physically taxing and no amount of self-regulation would’ve alleviated it.

      I left this part last because I was going to get tattoos and you can’t bathe nor get in the water when you have fresh tattoos. I did bring my own second skin but I just didn’t want to dive for 45-55 minutes at a time, multiple times within consecutive days, soaking my fresh tattoo in saltwater.

      After my last dive trip, I put myself in a headspace where the water part of my trip is done (was tempted to budge in 1 more dive day but no time).

      I love mountains… and the views during the ride to get there was nothing short of breathtaking.


      When we got to the other point of the mountain, I knew there was some trekking involved. I didn’t expect there to be a luggage tram so that was nice because we arrived around 9 or 10 in the morning and the sun was scorching… little did I know that the tram wasn’t going to help with the challenge which I nothinged.

      I looked it up on all trails which told me that it was going to be about a 98 metre / 130 ft incline.

      The Path to Whang-Od

      I’ve hiked and climbed bigger elevations before. What I failed to take into account is that the incline is only half the trail because we descend on the first half. So we’re looking at 98 metres / 130 ft within half a km.

      They have built steps it felt like it didn’t make a difference especially under the scorching sun. The steps were essentially on my face during most of the incline and if the steps weren’t there, I estimate the incline to be about 60-80° degrees like you can almost climb it.

      It was brutal.

      Granted, there were some blessings that came with it.

      One of our mates almost passed out. I don’t think they take into account altitude sickness because I think his issue was a mix of that and the challenge of the hike so we took many breaks. I needed the breaks too. During which, I decided to chat up Rebecca, who was our local tour guide.

      Rebecca, a Butbut tribe member

      I did some previous research but it was really spotty as there are no official information and they were all just blogs. As I sat there, panting my life away, I asked her, “Bakit kung saan saan pwede kayong mapunta dito kayo sa bundok napadpad? (Your tribe could’ve lived everywhere. How did you end up here?)” I asked.
      She laughed because of the context of the situation.

      I asked if I can take a video of her while she narrated the story. She smiled and looked away, “‘Wag na lang (No, don’t),” she timidly said. They’re very humble and unassuming people.

      “Kasi ho yung mga ninuno namin, dati sa kapatagan nakatira. Pero naghanap ng ibang babahayan kasi naghahanap ng bagong lupa. Napili nung mga matatanda sa bundok. Yung mga kabataan gusto sana sa kapatagan pero hindi sila pinayagan kasi pag naghiwa-hiwalay sila, mahihinaan yung grupo nila kasi minsan nag-aaway ang mga tribo. Nagkakagera. (Our ancestors used to live in the plains. But they looked for a different home around better lands – for farming. They chose the mountains. The younger ones wanted to stay in the plains but the elders didn’t allow it because the tribe would get weak for when wars happen),” she replied.

      “Ano hong pinag-aawayan ng mga tribo (What do the tribes fight over)?” I asked.
      “Lupa at teritoryo (Land and territory),” she replied.

      Interesting. It’s like modern day wars. Upon hearing this, I realized that wars are a necessary part of Life just as sometimes we, unfortunately, go into wars with ourselves. More on this later.

      Despite the gruelling hike, everything felt like it happened so fast. We reached the village around noon and by then all we wanted to do was rest and eat. We were directed to our homestay and my mates and I settled in.

      Tattoo Designs to choose from
      Tattoo Designs to choose from
      Dining area
      Dining area

      After eating lunch, I asked around as to where Whang-Od might be.

      Whang-Od

      “Hindi mo nakita? Dinaanan nyo na kanina yung lugar (You didn’t see it? You passed by the area where she’s tattooing),” a local replied.

      We had one of the local guides lead us to where she was tattooing. I anticipated to be starstruck as in I would want to shriek with excitement but that wasn’t the feeling at all. When I got there, everything just felt… normal.

      I waved at Whang-Od as she turned her head my way. She just looked back at the tattoo she was in the process of finishing.

      “Pa-tattoo na kayo (Are you getting tattooed now)?” asked a local.
      “Ah mamaya na lang ho. Kararating lang namin (In a bit. We just arrived),” I said.
      “Ah kung gusto mong mag pa tattoo kay Whang-Od kelangan ngayon na. Kasi mamaya aakyat pa yan sa bundok para sa To-or (Oh if you want to get tattooed by Whang-Od, you have to do it now. She’s going further up the mountain for To-or (farming ritual),” the lady said.

      Whang-Od is 107 years old. I like how they’re casually going up and down the mountains whereas we almost died, literally for my mate too. Damn.

      There was another group before us. The lineup wasn’t so bad because it was New Year’s Eve.

      We waited patiently for our turn and during which, Whang-Od made a mistake. She doesn’t tattoo full on designs anymore. She just does the 3-dot signature but I guess she missed an aim at one point because it turned out to be 4 dots on one lady. Whang-Od gladly corrected it by offering a design.
      Everyone was in anticipation; she doesn’t do designs anymore. This is, as I would find out later on, the first rarity of this occasion.

      The lady who was getting it though doesn’t have any tattoos so she was apprehensive and stressed out. Whang-Od asked her (with the local translator) if she can take the pain.

      Whang-Od's "studio" area
      Whang-Od’s “studio” area
      Whang-Od doing her thing
      Whang-Od doing her thing

      After their group was done, it was our turn. I wanted the dots to be at the back of my neck below the Filipino-Canadian tattoo I have. Little did I know that I was to be surprised…

      Once I was done, I had one of my mates take a photo of the tattoo. This was when I found out that she modified the 3 dot placement. It’s usually lined straight but she customized it to have a better layout with my existing tattoos.

      Hah! I was so stoked! I felt so special! 😁

      But that wasn’t it.

      After everyone in our group got tattooed, we did another photo session with Whang-Od. The other tribe members who were around for translations and to supervise told us that it’s okay to hug her.

      One of my mates went first and did the finger pointing thing at the camera and to our surprise and amusement, Whang-Od followed suit! Haha! Then one of my other mates went in and did the shaka sign, which Whang-Od also did. I was kinda bummed about because I was thinking of doing the same thing.

      When it came to my turn, I sat beside her and put my arm around her. I was slowly doing the shaka sign when this happened…

      Whang-Od initially played with my spacers and then touched my septum ring as she jokingly said, “Kalabaw.”

      Carabao in the Philippines – image courtesy of Wikipedia

      Carabaos are water buffaloes that rice farmers plow their field. The Butbut tribe are mainly rice farmers.

      They would pierce the carabaos’ septum to put a ring on it or to put ropes in it so that farmers can train young ones and it helps them navigate the buffaloes to the right path.

      It’s kinda like horses with ropes I suppose, except this one is harnessed on their noses.

       

      I was honestly kinda ready for Whang-Od to grab my crotch lol. I’ve seen videos of her grabbing people’s crotches, for women, to verify their gender when she’s not sure. With my shaved head, I thought she might get confused but I guess that’s not what she saw in me.

      Facial mods are actually an indigenous thing. My spacers and my septum rings are more derived from African tribes more than anything. It’s not really a Filipino thing. A divemaster actually brought up some tribes that put multiple necklace chokers to lengthen the women’s necks as it’s their definition of beauty.

      courtesy of twofeatherplugs.com
      courtesy of Medium.com
      courtesy of Tribalik.co.uk

      I was unbelievably stoked. It’s rare she interacts with people like she did with me.

      "Kalabaw"
      “Kalabaw”
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      After the session, Whang-Od went up further in the mountain and I went back to our homestay.

      Karen and Toto

      I kept asking about the people who were doing tattoos since Whang-Od doesn’t do designs anymore. She can only pass down the skill to bloodline so the younger ones are her great-great-great-something-nephew and nieces.

      The ink is essentially charcoal they had used for cooking mixed with water. Just a heads up, the ink that Whang-Od uses is communal, meaning, she uses the same bowl of ink for everyone. You have your own thorn though. The stick that holds the thorn is made of bamboo and the “needle” itself are thorns from plants.

      I selected the Serpent Eagle (heavenly guidance and protection) and Traveller (to help guide us on our paths) for my left forearm and the Ladder pattern (reach heavens & achievement) as well as the Snake pattern (safety, protection, health, shield) for my right wrist. I was going to have it as an armband instead but I didn’t bring enough cash and there are no phone receptions, no internet, and no ATMs.

      Honestly, I was glad it turned out to be a wristband because it hurt like a bitch.

      It started out with just Karen tattooing me the patterns on my wrist. When Toto was done with the other guy, Karen asked me if I’m okay with two people tattooing me at the same time.

      I said okay… which I regretted within 5 minutes of Toto tattooing me at the same time as Karen but I didn’t back out because if I did, we would’ve reached nightfall before the other tattoo was done and I was just so damn tired. I wanted to get it over with.

      Bamboo Sticks
      Charcoal + Water = Butbut Tattoo Ink

      I brought my own second skin to help with the healing. After the tattoos were done, I went back to the homestay and asked a couple of my mates for help in putting it on.

      “Ang lamig ng kamay mo (Your hands are so cold)!” one of them said.
      “Siguro kasi ang daming sakit ngayong araw at grabe din ang sakit nito. Dalawa pang sabay (Maybe it’s because I’m experiencing a lot of pain today and the pain from these tattoos are pretty bad. Two of them were tattooing me at the same time),” I replied.

      From the brutal climb to the village to the pain of the tattoos; I was ready to call it a night. I was done.

      This was definitely the most challenging part of the trip. It was so much pain and I was not prepared for the literal and metaphorical terrains. It was so painful and I was so tired that I forgot to take a photo of the final products so here they are when I got home (about a week later).

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      snakeLadderPattern

      I needed to break my cash so I went around the village for souvenir things. I ended up getting a necklace and a few other items that I was gonna give to friends and family when I got back. I also got a small Buscalan coffee pack because I needed to further break my bills. It turned out to be great coffee! I wish I had gotten more but luckily, some family is coming to New York at the end of March so I asked them to get it for me.

      It’s the type of coffee that really wakes you up but lets you sleep at night and I’m sensitive to caffeine so that was a big deal for me.

      Buscalan Coffee, grown in their own fields

      That night, the city tour guide announced that we would need to wake up at 3:30am because we need to descend the mountain at 4am, which is not 6am (when there’s some sunlight). I was pretty miffed. It’s a steep incline and descent is more challenging with regard to balance plus it was raining that night so it would be slippery.

      It was New Year’s Eve but we didn’t stay up until midnight because of this. We didn’t really party or anything but we did smoke weed.


      Fun fact: indigenous tribes have been using herbs since the dawn of time for spiritual purposes. A friend of mine used to study these things and apparently hallucinogens like ayahuasca is somewhere in the Northeast of the compass as it’s for purging or something. There are different herbs for each direction and right in the middle of it is weed.

      Weed, in indigenous tribes, are considered a catalyst herb so when you’re starting a new chapter in your life or something of the sort, this would be the herb to go. Evidently, I catalyze my life several times in a week.

      You’re not allowed to bring weed in just as you’re not allowed to bring weed out. It’s still very illegal in the Philippines but there are loopholes like these because to these people, weed is holy.

      And I really respect that.

      I hung out with some of my mates during which. One of them has never smoked weed before so I started up the pipe to show him how it’s done.

      The city tour guide was talking to us about his experiences there. He was telling us about how he’s spent so many days there and have spent his birthday several times. “Minsan lahat tulog na and madilim na at kami na lang maingay (Sometimes everyone is sleeping and it’s dark and we’re the only ones who are loud),” he bragged.

      It rang a bell inside of me. I thought it was a bit disrespectful, “Hindi kayo pinapaalis (Don’t they kick you out)?” I asked.
      “Hindi. Nagdadala kami ng pera dito. Hindi kami nyan gagalawin (No. We bring money in. They’re not going to touch us,” he kept bragging.
      Yeah, I hated him. I made a mental note to blacklist those guys and if I ever come back, it won’t be with them.

      I had a shower, ate my dinner, and called it a night.

      Around midnight (New Year), my mates and I intermittently woke up to the sounds of fireworks and, as we found out later, gunshots.

      The next day, some of our mates woke us up around 4am. We had breakfast and got ready to leave.

      The descent sucked. It was pitch black darkness and all we had were our flashlights and we had to bring our bags with us because the luggage tram wasn’t operating yet. I took it very slowly especially since the sandals I had were shit for slippery rocks. The local tour guides held me by the hand at some points which was very kind of them. They kept trying to ask me to take out the second skin too because they thought it was ordinary plastic so I kept refusing.

      When we finally got to the other side, we still had to wait a bit for the van as we woke up the driver because it was still dark.

      As we rode the van on our way back, we started gaining back phone reception. I messaged the other city tour guide (they were partners) asking them if they can just pick me up on their way back to Manila too because I didn’t have reason to go back to Buscalan. If I had more time, I would’ve stayed a week or so because tourists are actually allowed to participate in their farming ritual and I wanted to get to know the people more… but I didn’t have time.

      The city tour guide then replied to me that they’re not passing by the town I’m going to on their way back. I had reserved for two slots so I’m technically was going on two trips to Buscalan. I already don’t like them because of the aforementioned reasons. They also made me show up early to the meeting point only to be 2 hours late with no apologies nor sensitivity towards the matter.

      When I got off the van, I explained the situation to the other city guide and was only going to pay the balance for one trip. I guess they didn’t communicate because he wasn’t aware of the situation and made me pay for the deposit for the second trip as well as the balance for the first. It was 7 in the morning: I was in no mood to argue so I just gave him the extra ₱500 (about $13 CAD, $10 USD, €8). I was pissed but I also asked to just be dropped off in a town where I’ve never been before, where I don’t know anyone, I don’t speak the local dialect, and have nothing  – no lodging nor transportation to get back to Manila – booked.

      I had them drop me off at the ticket station for the buses and I was just to knock on doors and figure it out. It was New Year’s Day and very early in the morning so it was very quiet. It took me about an hour of walking around before I found a place which had staff readily available for me to be able to book a place.

      Sagada

      Sagada is a town about 3 hours away from Buscalan.

      I found Sagada Guesthouse and checked in there. Rooms with shared bathroom were ₱500/night which was the only thing I could afford because I was running out of cash. The town had ATMs but it was constantly out of cash or wouldn’t take my card and all places I went to were only accepting cash. I was conserving what little I had left.

      Sagada Guesthouse - image courtesy of TripAdvisor
      Sagada Guesthouse – image courtesy of TripAdvisor
      how my room was - image courtesy of TripAdvisor
      how my room was – image courtesy of TripAdvisor

      I inquired about the Sea of Clouds and Hanging Coffins as these are things people mainly come to the city for. My friend also recommended to go check it out (he’s been here a few times).

      I forgot the actual figures but I was really running low on cash so I decided to pass up on the full trail for Sea of Clouds. The lodging staff hooked me up with a local tour guide.

      “5:45 bukas (5:45 am tomorrow),” said the staff.
      “Ganung oras ang sundo (They pick us up at that time)?” I asked.
      “Oho (Yes),” he replied.

      Ah! When you’re on vacation and you’re doing activities, you don’t really get to sleep in. That’s okay I suppose, I wake up around that time already anyway without an alarm, unfortunately.

      I still had the rest of the New Year’s Day so I decided to check out Gaia Cafe, which a friend had recommended. I checked it out on the map and it was going to be a 20 minute walk and I couldn’t find any trikes around. I just started walking to the spot when I flagged a trike. I asked him how much it was going to cost and he said ₱25 so I rode on the fancy trike.

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      When I got off, I asked the driver (Andrew was his name) if he could come back when I’m ready. He agreed to do so and we exchanged numbers.

      Gaia Cafe

      The place was gorgeous.

      I had a chat with the owner (the lady sitting down, reading a book, in the video) who then told me that the creations in the cafe, including the mosaic floors, were all made by local artists. They had connections in Chicago too as they immigrated there and would travel back and forth between the US and the Philippines.

      You can read more about the cafe on Tripadvisor here.





       

      Once I was done my meal, I text messaged Andrew, the trike driver, to come pick me up. He informed me that it will take about half an hour as he will be coming from a little farther from the city centre. I told him that I’ll cover the cost for his trip to get me too. It only seemed fair.

      By the time I got back to the inn, it was already dusk. I just kinda chilled, organized my stuff, prepped for the hike the next day, and called it a night.

      Sea of Clouds and Blue Soil

      At about 5:45am the next day, I was in the van headed to the start of the trail. It was only about a 15 minute ride away.

      It was still dark when we started.

      Start of Sea of Clouds

      The hike itself was about 6 km / 3.7 miles with an elevation of 471 metres / 1500 ft.

      The official name of the trail is Marlboro County via Payag-eo

      There was a rest stop too on the Sea of Clouds viewpoint where I ate some Arroz Caldo as I was starving. My local guide and I chilled there for a bit before heading to the other main viewpoints; Blue Salt and Echo Valley.

      It rained the night before too so it was quite muddy and my sandals had excellent traction for mud plus the elevation is much higher than in Whang-Od’s village but it was divvied by 6km so I didn’t struggle which was nice.



      I got a little confused once we were done with the Sea of Clouds bit. I told the staff at the inn that I’m opting for the turning back choice (after Sea of Clouds) because going further would cost more money that I didn’t have (they only accepted cash). I told the tour guide but he insisted that it was part of the package and it was okay. I just kinda went along and thought that it would be alright and that I would figure it out somehow.

      During our hike, we got to chatting. He spoke about agriculture in the Philippines and how it’s not supported. I told him that I kinda had an idea of it because I am originally from the country though I’ve seen another reality where people actually want to live in a farm. I told him that when Covid hit, a lot of office workers who work remote started moving out into the country and started farming. The community, from my perspective (I say that because I haven’t been immersed in the reality so all I have are objective insights), farmers are well supported much more in the Philippines like if you want to have a farm, the government will actually help you out.

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      my local tour guide
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      Hike_General_02

      “Maganda yan (That’s good!),” he said. “Kasi dito sa Pilipinas, minamaliit and mga magsasaka. Hindi naiintindihan ng mga tao at gobyerno na kapag walang magsasaka at nagtatanim, walang makakain (Because here in the Philippines, they belittle farmers. People don’t understand that if there are no farmers and other agricultural workers then there will be food),” he addded.
      “Oo nga. Dun naiintindihan ng mga tao. Kaya ini-encourage nilang suportahan and lokal. Tsaka naiintindihan ng mga tao na ‘pag magsuporta ka ng lokal (Yeah, I know. In Canada, people understand that which is why they encourage and advertise to support local),” I said.
      “Maganda yan. Dapat ganyan. Dati ako rin nagsasaka; mga tatlong taon pero tinigil ko na kasi halos walang nakikita (That’s good. That’s how it should be. I used to farm too for about three years but I stopped because I was barely making anything),” he said.
      “Mga ano hong kita ninyo (Around how much were you earning)?” I asked.
      He gestures with his hands, “Tinatanim ko noon mga gulay. Pero mga isang kumpol ng gulay mga apat o limang piso lang ang binibigay samin. Pati bigas halos ganun ang isang kilo (I used to plant vegetables. I would only get about ₱4 to ₱5 – about ¢.10 CAD, ¢.08 USD, ¢.06 Euros. For grains of rice, they give us about the same for a kilo),” he informed me.

      I was shocked. ₱4 to ₱5 per fucking kilogram? They sell those for 10-20 times more in Manila!

      image courtesy of Philstar

      “Saan napupunta yung iba? Alam kung may mga kailngan ding kumita pero medyo abuso yata yun (Where does the other part of the profit go? I know there are people in the chain who need to make money out of it but that sounds like abuse),” I said.
      He nodded, “Kaya nga tinigil ko na (It’s why I stopped).”
      “Ano na hong pinagkikitaan nyo (What do you do for a living now)?” I asked.
      “Eto. Nag to-tour guide. Malaking tulong din ‘to. ‘Pag maraming dumadayo, disente ang pagkikitaan. Tapos minsan kung ano ano; nag da -drive ng bus, tricycle. Kung anong makitaan (This. I’m a tour guide. It’s a big help. When there’s a lot of tourists, the earnings are decent. Sometimes I do odd jobs like driving a bus or a tricycle… whatever I can get my hands on,” he said.

      It was heartbreaking to say the least. In the beginning of my trip, I came across locals who were skilled freedivers, featured in Western magazines and specialty channels (Nat Geo, Discovery) yet struggles to make a living. And now, I come across a former farmer in a country that is has natural riches with very fertile soil and mostly ideal weather to grow crops yet he’s also struggling.

      It’s usually about politics, as I found out more later via another source.

      The Butbut and Igorot (Kalinga) Tribes

      We rode back to the inn from the meeting point at the end of the hike. We went for a several hour lunch break. During which, I walked around and checked out the ATMs. They were all out of order and I was in a bit of panic mode because I still needed the cash to go back to Manila (the bus station wasn’t accepting cards either), pay for the tour, and eat.

      As I walked around, a random girl approached me, “Hi!” she said.

      “I’m sorry if this is weird but I thought you look really cool. I saw you the other day and I wanted to talk to you. It took some guts and I was like, you know what? If she’s unfriendly at least I tried,” she added.

      “Aaw! Thanks! I’m just looking around for a spot to eat lunch. Do you want to come join me?” I asked her.
      “Yeah, I would love to!” she replied.

      I don’t remember the name of the restaurant we ended up in, unfortunately. It was owned by locals though who we ended up chatting with.

      I told them about my trip to Buscalan and how I did some research over tribal wars as well as about beheadings that they used to do.

      “Nagpupugot pa rin sila ng ulo (They still behead people),” she said.

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      image courtesy of igorotage.com

      “Teka. Kagagaling ko lang dun. Nag ge-gera pa rin sila at nagpupugot ng ulo?!? (Wait. I was just there. They still have tribal wars and they still behead people?!?),” I asked.

      “Oo. Pero nire-reserba nila yung pagpupugot sa mga grabe ang nagawa. Kahit nung high school kami, kaklase namin yung mga taga tribo nila at pag merong away, wala sila talaga sa klase (Yes. But they reserve the beheadings to ones who have committed atrocious acts. Even when I was in high school, some of their tribe members were in my class and when there’s a war, they wouldn’t attend class),” she said.

      “Ano ho yung grabe (Can you give me an example of ‘atrocious’)?” I asked, a little uneasy.

      “Dati may taga dooon na bumaba dito. Nag-asawa ng taga dito pero Igorot din kasi mga descendant kami ng Igorot. Nagka anak sila ng babae at pinatay. Bumaba yung mga pinuno ng tribo nila. Nag meeting sila sa council dito at pagkatapos, kinuha nila yung pumatay sa anak na babae. ‘Pag ganun walang magagawa ang pulis at militar (There was a guy from their tribe who moved to this city. He married a local though she was also an Igorot as we are all descendants of Igorot tribe – family tribe of Whang-Od’s tribe. They had a daughter who was murdered. Due to this, the leaders of their tribe descended from their mountains and came here to talk to the council. After which, they took the murderer with them. When things like that happen, there’s nothing that the cops nor the military can do),” she explains.

      “Pa’no ho kung may mga turista at nag-gera (What if there’s tourists and they have a war)?” I asked.

      “Ay hindi naman. Sinasarado nila lahat ng daan. Sinisiguro nilang walang tagalabas pag nangyayari yun (Oh no that won’t happen. They close all the roads and trails to their village when they have wars. They make sure that no civilians are involved),” she said.

      Damn. It’s fascinating and intimidating at the same time knowing how simple they live their lives. Compared to us, Westerners, they’re essentially in poverty and very neglected by the government. They rely on farming and tourism for their income. Whang-Od looks like she makes a lot of money but, as a friend educated me, she actually helps out her village so what she earns goes to their people.

      Those guys are solid.

      image courtesy of larskruak.com

      They’re a tight-knit community and really look out for each other to the point that if you mess with them, you’re just fucked.

      It’s amazing really given what little they have. They were humble, good natured, and unassuming people. Whang-Od herself was not fazed at all by her popularity.

      I couldn’t help but think of Western institutions that are very low in morale and dignity. Civilization was made to expand a human being’s capacity. The fact that there’s so much mediocrity out there goes to show how much of our humanity and ourselves we’ve forgotten because of the stigmatization that came with colonization.

      As for the history of tattoos: it started out with indigenous tribes which then became stigmatized when colonialism happened and then people in jail started doing it with makeshift equipment. This is when much of the social stigma began.

      As far as patriarchy goes: traditional indigenous garment sometimes would have no tops for women and as the story of my Indian friend goes (bear with me I have a point), women used to not have any undergarments with their sarees. It wasn’t until the British came that they sexualized it and they were required to wear something underneath. It’s the same story with the tribes; once colonialism came, they required women to wear tops because they sexualized nudity instead of seeing it as something innocent and perfectly natural… Fail.

      Once my new friend, who’s from Manila visiting the city like me, and I finished our convo, we headed back to the inn. She asked to be part of the Hanging Coffins tour and the staff as well as the tour guide were both okay with it. I found out that the fee would be the same regardless of how many people were joining the tour which was nice for me as I only had to pay half then since I had a new mate. The only other additional fee that we would incur is the park fee which is an individual charge.

      We headed off to the Hanging Coffins as soon as our local tour guide arrived.

      Hanging Coffins

      We didn’t need to take transportation to get there or anything as the park was only about 10-15 minute walk from the city centre.

      Reese, my new friend, came with me. 😊

      She’s already been to the Hanging Coffins apparently but she wanted to check it once more.

      So as the story goes, the natives’ (Igorot tribe) tradition is to hang their dearly beloved when they pass away. It’s believed that hanging them will them closer to their ancestors. This tradition dates back 2000 years and some of them still follow it.

      When the colonizers came, they introduced burying the dead on the ground.

      Grave Site by The Hanging Coffins

      Thankfully, the Americans didn’t reject nor tell the Igorots to stop their custom. They just gave them an alternative option.

      Our tour guide is of Igorot descent. We asked him if he’s getting buried on the ground or the caves.

      “Hindi ko pa sinasabi sa pamilya ko kung anong gusto. Kung mawala ako ng walang nasabi, bali sa kweba ako mapupunta (I haven’t told my family yet what I want to do with my body when I pass away. Should I go before we settle it, I’ll be in the caves),” he replied.

      On our way to main area where the hanging coffins are, we pass by a nook within the caves (the place is full of it).

      He further narrated the customs when we arrived in the main area. His grandmother is actually on the wall here.

      Our local tour guide and his grandmother in one of the coffins

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      After which, we headed back to town and my new mate and I hung out.

      When I got back to the inn, I asked the staff about my charges… and sure enough, we had a misunderstanding. Because I didn’t turn back from the Sea of Clouds hike, I was charged the full amount. I walked around to check out the only 3 ATM’s that the town had and they were all out of cash. Thankfully, Reese had cash and I PayPal-ed her the funds.

      We said our goodbyes to each other that night as I was headed back to Manila the next day and she planned on going to Whang-Od. I told her that she might as well since she was already in Sagada.

      Getting Back to Manila

      The next day, I still didn’t have bus tickets. The reservation was full apparently and my best bet was to wait around for the other bus that goes to another town closer to Manila and take another bus from there. None of this was on the internet or official or anything. Everything was asking around people in town and word of mouth.

      I ended up waiting around for about 4 hours in the middle of the day. I’m not complaining though. I mean, this is my view:

      Around 1pm, the bus line and schedule that I couldn’t get a ticket for showed up. I kept asking the driver if he had extra room. I kept getting a “no” up until right before they left. That’s when assessed, I guess, that they did have extra room so I hopped in.

      The ride itself was about 12 hours. It would’ve only been around 10 but we stopped by smaller towns to pick up more passengers.

      The views were amazing 😍

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    • Philippines – Part 5: Going Home and In Retrospect

      Posted at 12:30 pm by Gelene Celis, on March 9, 2024

      Back in Manila

      I spent Christmas travelling (flying back to Manila from Sablayan/Apo Reef). I spent New Year’s also travelling (ride from Buscalan to Sagada). So it’s only natural that I spent my birthday on the road too (bus back to Manila).

      There’s this superstitious belief that whatever you do in the New Year will set the tone for the rest of the year. Honestly, my 2023 was shit and it started with shit as well. I’m hoping 2024 will be better and my being constantly-on-the-road paves the way for positive energy.

      I realized that I really like being on the road and I’m a goal-oriented person which doesn’t serve me well with many instances in Life where it’s really more about the process and the journey. This trip was a bit of both. I get bored once I’m done what I went there for and hidden gems are inadvertent finds like the grassroots Christmas thing in Sablayan.

      Nothing ever really completely turns out the way we plan. In doing these things, the way I see it, I prepare myself for unexpected events in many other aspects in my Life. It’s not that I make things difficult on purpose; I just anticipate that things are going to get delayed, you’re going to find holes or mistakes within your planning etc which is why it’s always good to leave some padding on our schedules, budgets, and other factors within our planned routes.

      I told my friends that I’m prepping for yet another jetlag. One of my good friends works night shift so it was perfect: he got off at 11pm so my other good friend and I waited for him (she didn’t have a set schedule).

      I drank 2 espresso shots late in the day, to keep me up, before we headed out for some drinks and pool.

      I noticed that my friend was pretty good at it.

      “Yeah I used to cut classes in high school to go play billiards with a friend,” Roger said.

      “Hindi na ako masyado magaling (I’m not that good anymore),” he adds.

      “Well I guess now you need to cut work,” I jokingly replied.

      I used to be somewhat decent at it in high school but I currently suck at it since I’ve had zero practice.

      We compared tattoos afterwards as he went to go see Whang-Od as well. He was actually the one who gave me a heads up on what to expect and some rundown as well with regard to the tour guides.

      Gelene and Roger’s Buscalan Tattoos

      “Alanganin kasi yung dates mo (Your dates were weird),” he said in relation to my trip to Whang-Od. I went there on December 31st and left on January 1st so I didn’t have a lot of options.

      “Mahirap maghanap ng joiner tour na maalaga talaga sa kliyente at para kang kaibigan at masaya kayong lahat. Karamihan kasi ang tingin sa’yo, pera lang (It’s difficult to find city tour guides who care about their clients, like you’re friends and the trips feel like a bunch of friends going. Most of them just look at you as money),” he explains.

      I was ranting about the tour group I went with. I just thought they were so disrespectful and yes, while the Butbuts won’t do anything about his obnoxiousness because they bring in income, I think it’s awful that they’re taking advantage of it and inflating their worth to the tribe based on the tangible things they bring to the table. It’s like a paradigm for all things I hate about Western culture; materialism, greed, excess, deceit… games we play that create internal and external wars, greatly injurious to our well-being and our humanity.

      Once we were done playing pool. We walked over to a bar and had a lot of real talk with our mutual friend, Kitsi.

      I’m not going into detail with her personal troubles but when she told us, Roger asked me for a cigarette (he doesn’t smoke) because it stressed us both out. I got so pissed at one point that I told her to hold off on access on certain things when it came to the person in question.

      However, I will narrate some things she told us during the drug wars when the former president straight up gave the cops license to kill when they catch drug users/sellers.

      Apparently, they had a quota per day that they needed to fill so planting drugs on random people became a thing.

      She told us about a pedal trike victim.

      image courtesy of Gulf News

      “Gabi na nun pero hindi pa masyadong late kaya marami pang tao. May pulis na isa at pinlantahan ng droga. Sumigaw yung driver, ‘Pinaplantahan ako! Pinaplantahan ako!’ Yung mga tao humiwalay. Walang gusto tumulong kasi ‘pag tinulunga mo, lagot ka rin. Sumisigaw sya ng ilang beses at dinadalian yung pag bisikleta nya. Tapos maya maya narinig na lang namin ang baril. Patay (It was nighttime but it wasn’t too late so there were still a lot of people; like a crowd. There was one cop who planted drugs in the trike. The driver started yelling, frantically, ‘They’re planting the drugs on me! They’re planting the drugs!’ The crowd parted. No one wanted to help because if you do, you’ll be in trouble too. He yelled a couple more times as he sped his cycling. Then we heard a gunshot and he was dead).”

      So much heartbreak 💔

      We all have a tendency to be petty, yeah, moreso than I would like to admit. But when you come across stories like these, that hits close to home since your friend experienced it just as you’ve witnessed similar things in the past, it changes something inside of you, I think.

      It’s quite sad, really. My mother told me that her parents (my grandparents) never had plans to immigrate during their days because life was good. They were able to afford decent homes and such with a teacher’s salary and the cost of living was in good quality… and then fucking corrupt politicans came into power and stole $62 billion USD worth in Philippine Pesos, upheld the martial law (a lot of riots came with it), and ultimately fucked us.

      After which, it just feels like there is no salvation in sight… it’s why my family left. Most, millions, of people in this country – and other countries for that matter – do not have the privileges that I have which I do not take for granted at all. I think it’s why I wept in Cebu; I already knew these things happen just as I’ve encountered similar things in the past but when it’s in your face, when you’ve been living in your sheltered life out in the West for so long, it’s a shock to the system. It hurts to not be able to do anything to help and I know even if I’m able to come up with something, it’s probably not going to be as measurable and will be more for myself to alleviate my own pain. It hurts… even as I type this, it hurts.

      When my friend dropped me off my hotel, he asked, “Are you gonna be okay? You’re not gonna cry in the plane?”

      I replied,”No. I’m gonna rethink my life.”

      Toronto

      I would usually feel a sense of sadness when I’m leaving in conclusion to a trip but I didn’t feel it here. When I got back home, actually, I felt my energy quite uplifted. I felt my perspective change with regard to how I see my life but the very first thing I did was get rid of about a third of my wardrobe and other stuff that I have no use for nor love.

      But I did put up a wall dedicated to reminding me of this particular journey.

      It’s composed of the fan that my friend gave me, the bamboo sticks that were used for my tribal tattoos,  the mask I got in Malaspascua, and a wooden necklace right on top of my Buddhist scroll (not pictured) that reminds me of one of my values.

      My home has been a constant work in progress as I change things around here and there especially around New Year’s because I feng shui’d my place. I don’t mind. They’re labours of love and sometimes, the things that are put up here are literally stemming from places with people whose blood, sweat, and tears – including my own.

      Life is never easy just as I know that good things come with bad and vice versa because these things tend to come together to maintain some kind of existential equilibrium. This is why I don’t believe in just “thinking positive” without considerations for the negative because the negative teaches us lessons.

      We never really get to know a culture until we feel the way they feel with their worldviews because the intellect can only go so far. Like I always say, emotions – along with the senses – have a direct line to the subconscious so significant lessons are always emotional.

      It’s been about two months since I got back, as I type this, and I’m still processing some things.

      “We tend to think of the rational as a higher order, but it is the emotional that marks our lives. One often learns more from ten days of agony than from ten years of contentment.” – Merle Shain

      Keep treading your path, fellow traveller. It is only when embark on adventures that we get to experience various paradigms of Life.

      Until next time.

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    • The Accidental Backpacking Trip – Part 1: Hong Kong

      Posted at 4:47 pm by Gelene Celis, on September 27, 2020

      I intended on going to the Philippines.
      Everyone thought I was crazy due to Covid19 things.
      It hadn’t hit the rest of the world at that point (February 2020) and I was all, “It’ll be fine.”
      I ended up in Hong Kong, Cambodia, and Thailand.
      It wasn’t “fine” as planned but I had an amazing time nonetheless.
      For more of the story of how it went down: read on.
      If you don’t care and are only after the photos: scroll on.

      This is Part 1 of the trip. I was going to make it into one entry but I have so much media and stories that I’d really like to share. There’s only so much vacation time and finances that I can budget so I normally wouldn’t have intended to go to these places… but as life would have it, sometimes we get taken off the path that we plan for ourselves to discover other wonders we otherwise wouldn’t have come across.

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      I let my Filipino passport expire a long time ago since I wasn’t using it. Also, you’re OK to go with a Canadian passport if you’re only going to be there for 30 days or less so I didn’t bother. I did read that the Philippines has gotten strict with letting travelers in due to Covid19. They were only letting people in who had Filipino passports, Filipino permanent resident cards, or returning Filipinos. By the time I’ve read it, there wasn’t enough time for me to go and get a passport so I grabbed a copy of my birth certificate.

      Right. That didn’t pan out as I got stalled in Hong Kong. They kept telling me to go back home but I wasn’t giving up. I had arrived there on a Friday and the Filipino embassy, as I had found out, was closed during Fridays and Saturdays. I decided to stay with the hopes of being able to get a 24-hour rush passport. I booked lodging until Monday though. I thought, well, I might as well explore HK. It was already late once I figured everything out so I just went out for a walk around the blocks of where I stayed.

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      It was quite a struggle upon the incident. I essentially argued with airport staff, asking if there was someone I could speak to. There were several of us. One of which was an American I vented with. He eventually left and decided to go home. I was shocked; he told me that he had booked his entire 3 weeks stay, booked a good chunk of activities, told his friends and family etc. I couldn’t believe he was going to give up just like that. “Well, what are you gonna do?” he asked me.
      I turned to the airport staff, who I had been bargaining with for hours, “Can I stay here?”
      “Oh you want to stay here now?”, he replied.
      “Yeah. Can I stay here with my papers?”
      “Yes, that’s fine.”
      I turned to the American, “I’m staying here and figuring it out.”
      The American raised his hands, “OK. Good luck with that. The way I see it, there are no other options for me.”
      “All the best.” I said, as he left.

      “Do you have family here?” asked the staff member.
      “No.”
      “Do you have friends? A place to stay?”
      “No, but I’ll find something.”

      As soon as I got to the hostel, I was already pessimistic about ending up in the Philippines but I haven’t heard nor read anything official so I held off on research. I dealt with things, literally, by the day and sometimes by the hour or even minute.
      I immediately booked a couple of tours for the weekend; two of which were being taken around by a photographer in Hong Kong. We had a day session and night session + I walked around on my own.

      Everything was taken with my smartphone (Huawei P20 Pro)

      Daytime Photography

      Hong Kong Bay
      Hong Kong Bay
      Hong Kong Cityscape
      Hong Kong Cityscape
      Geometric Building in HK
      Geometric Building in HK
      Air Raid Shelter in HK
      Air Raid Shelter in HK
      Old prison house in HK
      Old prison house in HK
      HK market
      HK market
      From right to left to right (old school to new school ways of reading Cantonese)
      From right to left to right (old school to new school ways of reading Cantonese)
      Interesting cultural/visual juxtaposition
      Interesting cultural/visual juxtaposition
      Old barber shops on side streets
      Old barber shops on side streets
      Chinese masks
      Chinese masks
      Abacus (learning new, old ways to count)
      Abacus (learning new, old ways to count)
      Man Mo Temple
      Man Mo Temple
      Man Mo temple
      Man Mo temple
      Man Mo Temple
      Man Mo Temple
      Man Mo Temple
      Man Mo Temple
      A tree in Man Mo Temple
      A tree in Man Mo Temple
      Hong Kong Museum of Art... which was closed when I was there, thanks to Covid19
      Hong Kong Museum of Art… which was closed when I was there, thanks to Covid19
      cool mural
      cool mural
      HK Street Art
      HK Street Art
      HK Street Art
      HK Street Art
      HK Street Art
      HK Street Art
      HK Street Art
      HK Street Art
      HK Street Art
      HK Street Art
      HK Street Art... all the way from North America
      HK Street Art… all the way from North America
      HK Street Art
      HK Street Art
      HK Street Art
      HK Street Art

       

      a really cool tunnel as an alternative to a crosswalk

       

      Nighttime Photography

      a village market
      a village market
      neon lights
      neon lights
      lights
      lights
      neon lights
      neon lights
      aperture and exposure fun
      aperture and exposure fun
      Invader Street Art
      Invader Street Art
      Good Gold Building
      Good Gold Building
      Hidden Gems
      Hidden Gems

       

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      At the end of my first full day, my friend in the Philippines delivers me the news: they’re quarantining everyone who comes from China, including Hong Kong, for two weeks at the Manila airport. It was a bummer but, truth be told, even at the Hong Kong airport when the lady directed me to claim my luggage, I started laughing. There was a feeling of disappointment and defeat but a sense of adventure and excitement crept in, “Haha. This is happening. Okaaaaaaay, Gelene. Let’s see what you come up with.”

      I mean this is what backpackers do, right? Not sure if they do prior research before entering the places they’re going to but I’m guessing it’s a different headspace when you’re set out to backpack vs being yanked into it.

      I started researching that night. I was not backing out. I was most adamant about ending up in the water. There were plenty of things I wanted to do and I wasn’t giving up scuba diving.

      Stay tuned.

      These were all over public transit

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    • The Accidental Backpacking Trip – Part 2: Phuket

      Posted at 11:57 am by Gelene Celis, on September 26, 2020

      Here is Part 1: Hong Kong

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      I reached out to a colleague in hopes that I could find a place to go that wasn’t back home to Toronto. Before my trip, he talked about one of his friends who was teaching somewhere in mainland China and had gotten stuck in Asia. Apparently, that friend was trying to fly home, but he kept getting stalled at different places. So, I messaged my colleague about him, asked where he ended up going before flying home. “Thailand,” he replied, then wished me goodluck.

      I immediately looked it up.
      “Thailand?!? OMG I can get in the water right away! I am gonna dive.my.fricking.ass.off. Yesssss.” I thought.
      I had to take into account my papers for entry on top of the whole quarantining-people-from-Hong-Kong thing. After hours of online research and phone calls with real people mixed with confusing auto voice recordings that sounded like they had just hit puberty, I managed to book a flight for the next day.
      I opted for one of the finest beach destinations in Thailand – the island of Phuket.

      I looked up several spots and decided on Kata Beach. I read and heard that it was one of the more quiet places compared to the very popular Pa Tong, which – albeit gorgeous – was way too busy for me. I wasn’t really looking to party all that much. The two things I’m after when traveling are diving and arts & culture things. Besides those, I didn’t really have much else in mind.

      I booked a private room at a hostel, with a laid back vibe and was super clean with friendly staff. It was awesome.

      “Get in the water! Get in the water! Get in the water!” yelled the voices inside my head.
      I looked for a dive shop right away. I went with one across the block. It’s been so long since I went diving so I needed a refresher. They had two options: I either do the refresher on a boat (+ 2 ocean dives) or do it in a pool (+ 2 beach dives).
      I opted for the former since it seemed like a better deal. Oh boy, was I wrong.

      It sucked.

      There was just too much going on for just one divemaster to handle in a group within a bustling environment in the middle of the ocean. From being on a busy boat (with a number of other divers/divemasters and boat staff prepping and moving on about) to resolving in having to skim through the material too quickly due to extraneous responsibilities including coaching a couple who were taking a part of their Open Water Course with us. It made both delivering and reabsorbing all the info very challenging.

      What made it trickier was that I got all this gear that I didn’t get a chance to test prior. I can only plan dives with the dive watch that activates once you’re 4 ft under. Up until now, I’m still figuring out how to find the dive time on the logs. Based on the manuals and my research, I don’t think there is one. I really want to be wrong about this though (I got a Cressi Leonardo: if you think you may have helpful input, I’d appreciate it if you comment or contact me).
      For a camera: I was going to get a GoPro, but its housing is only good for about 20 meters (60-ish ft.) so I got another one with a housing that’s supposed to be OK up to 40 metres (130-ish ft.)… haha. More on that on Part 3 (hint: at about 25m [85ft.] Mother Nature went, “Hold my beer” and succeeded)
      So there I was, diving a little weird, in shitty underwater visibility with all this equipment I was testing while doing so (they all worked and I was quite amused) with an unexpected current we had to swim against.

      I actually managed to do all the dives pretty decently… but I wasn’t happy with how I rolled so I booked myself another refresher at the pool.

      refresherBoat.01
      firstDive.06
      firstDive.04
      firstDive.05
      firstDive.07
      Looking down on these waters feels similar to looking up at the sky except you get to go into it
      Looking down on these waters feels similar to looking up at the sky except you get to go into it

      Note that I’m an Advanced Diver with 70+ dives (although 50+ are *poof* since I lost my logbook – this is a small number in comparison to many people I’ve met but still quite a number for folk who are just starting and/or have never gone diving), and I have gone diving in underground caves (more difficult than ocean diving) – but:
      1. My buoyancy still needs work. I tend to fluctuate around 1 ft (a little over when it gets to shallow waters) which is not bad for ocean diving but for specialized instances like cave dives or weird rock/coral formations, which you have to maneuver through and around, it can get tricky. Overall, it’s not bad but it can be better.
      2. I needed proper coaching with jumping off a boat. I fucked it up royally, before, by jumping the wrong way. Equipment can get damaged or lost, plus it can be painful with stuff hitting your body.
      3. Freakouts can still happen – understandably so. We’re, by biological default, not made to reside underwater. It didn’t happen to me during this trip but it did on beginners and a couple of Advanced Divers I went with. It could happen to anyone.

      It was still kinda cool though ’cause we went diving in a spot with a purposely sunken ship plus crates for marine life preservation.

      I took a day off from diving before the second (pool) refresher. I decided to check out Phuket Town. I went to Trickeye Museum, which I loved (counter-culture and 2D/3D illusionary brilliance) and checked out a couple of temples.

      Songthaews!
      Songthaews!
      Songthaews driver. I rode shotgun
      Songthaews driver. I rode shotgun
      I wanted to climb but I got told off
      I wanted to climb but I got told off
      Just needs a cushion and you're good to go
      Just needs a cushion and you’re good to go
      Super cool
      Super cool
      Loved it
      Loved it
      I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and when I left, someone told me that it's offensive to go to a temple with women's shoulders showing... Sorry yo
      I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and when I left, someone told me that it’s offensive to go to a temple with women’s shoulders showing… Sorry yo
      Place of worship
      Place of worship
      trickEye.01
      trickEye.02
      Quite morbid but they're already counter-culturing so I guess this isn't really much of a shock
      Quite morbid but they’re already counter-culturing so I guess this isn’t really much of a shock
      Super cool
      Super cool
      trickEye.05
      Fun!
      Fun!
      trickEye.07
      So creative
      So creative
      trickEye.09
      trickEye.10
      trickEye.11
      Awesome
      Awesome
      I love Klimt and I loved this
      I love Klimt and I loved this
      Clever
      Clever

      I met a bunch of new people when I got back to the hostel.
      I brought a bottle of wine, a quarter cheesecake, and some local Thai chips to share.
      Yeah, that got people chatting. #foodIsLife
      – I met several students originally from Europe (Germany, Netherlands, Denmark, France, Russia) who were studying all over Asia (some in Bangkok, some in Hong Kong, some in mainland China). Some of them planned a vacation here, but got stuck and were all, “OK, I guess my vacation is extended then.” Others never meant to be there, and were actually trying to return to their homeland but, you guessed it: got stuck there and were all, “This kinda sucks, but I might as well chill. Whatevs.”
      – I met several expats too. Some were working in Hong Kong, Japan, Indonesia, on vacation. None of these folks were stuck there from my recollection.
      – I met this woman who’s originally from mainland China but lives in San Francisco and works in tech. Though she didn’t go to China during this trip, she was turned away from a connecting flight to San Fran due to her Chinese passport (this was happening a lot: Chinese passports equals denied entry even if they haven’t even been to China recently)
      – I met a lot of English teachers who were fresh off university in North America (a trending thing… even when I was in college a couple of my friends did this, mostly Korea-bound). One of them was from Mississauga, not far from my own adapted home (Toronto, Canada). We chatted about what we do/did for a living, which school we attended, and such.
      This British dude (who worked in CRM things out in the UK) and I were telling him, “Yeah, just chill out before the grind begins.”
      “It never ends. It’s not a matter of beginning. It never ends,” added the Brit. He then went on about diving as he was in the midst of the Open Water course.
      “What got you into it?” I asked.
      “Mostly curiosity and I’m really keen on finding Nemo.” (Don’t grow up, kids)

      I didn’t take photos around the area nor the people, unfortunately. I was very dive-centric off the bat.

      I loved the divemaster that trained me in the pool. Some Eastern European man who didn’t hesitate to (nicely but firmly without being patronizing) call me out on areas of improvement.
      My buoyancy improved, my air intake improved, I remembered everything I need to know about the gear (which to connect, where what goes, went through a couple of different setup BCD’s etc.) and he even taught me how to pack up neatly afterwards.
      Amazing. I can’t say enough good things.
      To the divemaster, if you’re reading this, I’ve said it in person and I’ll say it again: you’re awesome. Thank you. 🙏🏽

      When we collaborate, it tends to take a while to establish a good, functional rapport.
      Even with personal relationships, it can be like that. Conflict isn’t necessarily always bad when you’re aiming for the same thing and/or you’re sincerely trying to understand each other. The chemistry can just get all funky because you’re introducing unfamiliar elements (connected external factors, subjective perspectives, personality traits, etc) to one another.
      A friend once said that up until we can run through walls or fly like an eagle or sing like Seal, then there’s always going to be room for self-expansion. We’re all learning and growing in Life regardless of age, creed, gender, ethnicity, etc.
      It’s pretty unreal when you come across people that you instantly click with (world population: 7.8 billion – the chances of this happening is, one could argue, a miracle)
      “Don’t forget to look around when you’re underwater. Don’t just look down! You’re there to explore! What’s the matter? You don’t like me?!?”
      “Eh,” I replied with a so-so hand gesture.
      He smiled, “Keep practicing your buoyancy and fix the way you bite your regulator. Do it like this.” (he demos it)
      No miscommunications. No misconstrusions. No bullshit.
      It was amazing. I loved it.

      I finally managed to learn how to jump off properly! 😊

      As I got out of the pool, that’s when I realized that even when we’re on vacation: we work. Everything in life takes work. We have to deal with people even as a client or customer. We have to have our papers in order, we have a schedule, etc (even if we’re backpacking: we have to make the flights we book). We have a responsibility to fulfill in those transactions(s), besides paying up. As a client, we hold accountability too. Contracts, much like professional or personal relationships, go both ways unless like in some cases, our part is to do nothing. In the case of the latter: try to chill. Why use force when we’re at liberty to conserve our energy for better things that may require it later on?

      But don’t wait too long. That’s why I needed a second refresher here: I haven’t gone diving in over 5 years. Ok, apart from a quick refresher in Mexico last year… but I was thoroughly disappointed with visibility that I didn’t even bother continuing. Apparently, I just came at the wrong time. The Yucatan Cenotes are all around amazing but beach dives are supposedly great during November for the Sea of Cortez. I was there during May as I wanted to check out Cinco de Mayo. I still wanna check out Dia de Muertos, which would’ve been perfect as it’s in November but Coronavirus is having a field day over there so that’s not happening this year.

      I had lost my logbook from a long time ago like I mentioned, so I was essentially starting from zero (0). #fail. But I downloaded a couple apps that were super helpful:

      1. Dive Plus – I didn’t use the full scope of this app. I was mostly just using it to color correct underwater shots and videos but you can log your dives and such. I don’t find the UX (User Experience) very intuitive for the latter but it’s great for color correction.

      Dive+

      2. Dive Log Pro – It’s kinda funny when you go to a shop and you show your smudged logbook and they ask you, “So where have you gone diving? With who? What’s the dive time? Duration? Depth?”
      And you’re like, “I don’t know. I’m sure the details are there somewhere. Sorry yo, turns out the ocean is wet.”
      Being a digital native, I kept wanting to back my stuff up. I was very (and still am), 😱 “Fuck paper!” when I started using these. Plus, to me, divelogs are just another thing I have to pack up and worry about. Having said that, I’m sure some people do better with paper because… we’re all different. I personally hate it but if that’s your thing and you function better that way, then you should stick to it.
      If, however, you’re looking to switch: I hope this helps.
      Anyway, this app is super awesome. The UX is straightforward and the UI is clean. You can back up with an excel file or pdf. If you’ve got the same instructor and/or dive shop for several dives, you can just use the signature (touch screen, saved as images) and stamp from the initial dive. You can log marine life spotted: lionfish, eel, mermaid etc.

      Dive Log Pro List
      Dive Log Pro List
      Dive Log Pro PDF
      Dive Log Pro PDF
      I think I saw Ariel's sister
      I think I saw Ariel’s sister

      I’m PADI certified myself but I got a taste of the SDI curriculum during this trip (these are the different certifications for divers, by the way, for you non-divers who are reading this). From what I gather, it’s a bit like Mac (SDI) vs PC (PADI).
      You can find a good chunk of SDI material digitally. Also, it’s so much more simplified and clean (layout-wise with their material. This is important: when people read things, we have to keep in mind the line of sight and where our eyes are going as it affects how we process the information. It’s a design thing.*If you’re interested look up “Art vs Design”)

      If I knew then what I know now, I would probably go for SDI. The licensing is interchangeable though so you’re good to go either way. I met someone who did his Open Water with PADI then onto SDI for the Advanced course. He had no issues with it. Also, you can take bits of it now separately from what I gather. I met a couple who did their reading online, did a dive in Bali, and during my refresher they were doing their second dive in Phuket. Great deal if you’re a backpacker and/or hopping around.

      After I was finally good with how I rolled, I booked a weekend, overnight liveaboard headed for Similan Islands and Koh Bon as recommended. I was initially just gonna go for a day trip, but it was going to be about half a day’s worth of traveling to the dive spots (van/bus ride + ferry to the liveaboard + several more hours to the spots) – not leaving much time in the day to dive.

      Overnight liveaboard it is.

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

      Part 3a: Similan Islands and Koh Bon, Day 1, coming soon.

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    • The Accidental Backpacking Trip – Part 3a: Similan Islands and Koh Bon, Day 1

      Posted at 11:49 pm by Gelene Celis, on September 25, 2020

      Part 1: Hong Kong

      Part 2: Phuket

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

      I’ve never been on a liveaboard before this trip. Liveaboards can be expensive but this one was fairly affordable for average working-class folk such as myself since it was only overnight so I went for it. It was a good deal: 7 dives including 1 optional night dive, all in (food, drinks, lodging, all diving equipment).
      We didn’t get off for beaches or anything. It was purely diving.

      This was headed for Similan Islands and Koh Bon.

      Liveaboard
      “A boat used for recreational diving expeditions or cruises where the divers live on the boat for the duration of the cruise and use it as a diving support vessel.”
      – Wikipedia

      Dining/Dry area

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

      I had to wake up at 4am to catch my ride. A van picked me up from the dive shop I got the package from. “Make sure you get in the van that has your name on it with the driver who’s wearing our uniform.” warned the owner. He was sincerely concerned about my safety.

      I mostly felt safe but, besides the liveaboard, I slept with mace tucked underneath my pillow for each and every night. Thailand is a developing country. Crime rates are higher. I was alone. I was a tourist. I’m a woman.
      The Philippines, where I was originally headed for and where I’m from, would’ve actually been worse on that account.
      Either way, I think everyone should take care regardless of where we are.

      I got in the van with no issues except I had lost my earphones. I had about half a day’s worth of traveling with no music. The views were beautiful but it would’ve been better with a soundtrack.

      toTheLiveaboard.01
      chatted with this dude about diving. we parted ways though 'cause there were two ships and he was at the other one
      chatted with this dude about diving. we parted ways though ’cause there were two ships and he was at the other one
      toTheLiveaboard.03

      We were briefed upon arrival. It was a 4-dive day: 3 dives during the day and an optional night dive.

      We grouped with our divemaster along with our dive mates right away.
      Those guys were chill, chill, chill 👌.
      One was originally from Portugal, the other dude from the Netherlands (was an expat in Africa), the girl whose fake lashes did not wear off the entire frickin’ time, even while diving on saltwater (I was impressed. You gotta give me that beautician’s number, girl) is a Mexican from the US who was an expat in Hong Kong.

      Thanks again for the good times! 😊

      Upon getting acquainted, we were briefed about our gear. They advised to put it in the pockets of our BCD’s first (it’s that vest thing which is a buoyancy device that holds the air tank, hooked to the regulator) descend, get comfortable down there, stabilize our buoyancy and then set it up. Apparently, they’ve had people jump in the water and lose their stuff and/or it gets hooked on the buoy or some other string, which is not fun.

      One of our mates doing a perfect jump

      There was a group with a pretty hardcore professional camera setup (more on that later). As for me: I simply used a wrist band with the camera housing (that thing on my wrist, on the photo below, right beside my super big divewatch). I put it in my BCD pocket, jumped in, got comfy, took it out, and set it up as suggested.
      It’s good advice and it eventually became a habit with the next dives.

      Things were smooth, relaxed, you know… just chillin’ and I kept swimming 🎵 kept swimming 🎵 🐟

      I think I was trying to beat him in taking a photo but I lost. Hence, this. Tada.

      Some of these photos were taken by the divemaster. Some were taken by myself.
      The ones I took were taken with Akaso V50 with underwater housing.
      It worked pretty well on most occasions though it failed me a couple times.

      One was during this trip and the other one was when I was diving from Koh Lanta (more on the latter in Part 5).

      My camera was supposed to be good until 40 metres/130ft deep.
      I was very, “I wonder what will happen… meh. I don’t think I’ll go over 40 metres so I probably won’t find out.”
      In one of the dives, I looked at my divewatch and it indicated that we were at 26 metres/85 ft (about 8 storeys, apparently). I wanted to take a photo of something. I left my camera on idle mode so I can just press a button and wake it up.
      Right.
      I pressed all kinds of buttons and it would just flash a light on the viewer and nothing else. “Wtf? Didn’t I just charge this? Maybe the cable was loose. But I remember seeing a full battery on the indicator before I jumped. Weird.” 🤔
      Later on, when we were a bit shallower, there were some things I wanted to take photos of again. By this time I thought my camera was either out of juice or kaput but I checked it out anyway. “Let’s try this again.” I thought, as I pressed the button.
      Lo and behold, it turned on “Wtf? So weird.”

      It wasn’t until when we got back on the ship that it occurred to me that the pressure threshold thing probably kicked in. I was pretty dumbfounded. You hear stories and watch videos of gear & equipment malfunctioning under unusual natural conditions and it’s pretty woah-dude-thats-so-cray-cray but then you get a taste of it and it’s like… Damn.

      I mean, on the outside, it’s a pretty minor instance: your puny little camera didn’t work because of the pressure underwater. On a conceptual note though, I personally found it to be pretty amazing: to witness and experience firsthand the potential incongruities of the interaction between human, technology, and nature… The idea of it alone is overwhelming to me but to have my own body and consciousness be a part of it… Beautiful. It was one of those moments when I felt so lucky and so thankful to be alive ❤️

      Succinctly: it was kinda annoying to not have been able to take a snap of whatever but the occurrence in itself was pretty awesome sauce.

      Anyway, there’s captions on some of the photos I managed to take when Mother Nature cooperated. Just hover over it. Some are about the fish, some are from my imagination, some are mini-stories, some are a mix of both.
      I hope you have moments too, babe 😘

      Random Fish

      looks like a snake but it's not
      looks like a snake but it’s not
      I think these guys were supporting roles in Finding Nemo?
      I think these guys were supporting roles in Finding Nemo?
      fish.01
      "Ugh! Why is everyone budging around this tight space when we have the whole fricking ocean?!?"
      “Ugh! Why is everyone budging around this tight space when we have the whole fricking ocean?!?”
      Aaaahhh it's smells like shit in here! Let's get ooouuuuttt!!!"
      Aaaahhh it’s smells like shit in here! Let’s get ooouuuuttt!!!”
      Fish eating
      Fish eating
      I wonder what they're fussing about?
      I wonder what they’re fussing about?
      fish.08
      Traffic or Mosh pit. I wonder who's playing?
      Traffic or Mosh pit. I wonder who’s playing?
      Sometimes you see little pockets in the corals and there's cute looking fish and you try to sneak in and take a photo before you scare them away
      Sometimes you see little pockets in the corals and there’s cute looking fish and you try to sneak in and take a photo before you scare them away
      "Thanks for the leftovers!"
      “Thanks for the leftovers!”
      fish.12
      "I think there's some food here" -What? I don't see anything. "Over here, moron."
      “I think there’s some food here” -What? I don’t see anything. “Over here, moron.”
      "Dude where's the rest of our group? Dudes?"
      “Dude where’s the rest of our group? Dudes?”

      One of us had issues on one of our dives so the divemaster and another diver ascended about 10-15 minutes into the dive, leaving me and my diving buddy unsure of what had happened. When you lose your group, you need to do a 360-degree look around, carefully, as many times as you can, for about a minute. If it’s still no dice, then you ascend. I kept signaling my buddy to go up after a minute. He kept signaling to stay there. I kept signaling to go up. He kept signaling to stay there. I kept signaling to go up… lol.
      This went on for about another 15 minutes. I was wondering why he insisted but then he finally agreed to it once we paired up with a Chinese couple who had a buoy. Ding! We didn’t have a buoy. It’s the thing you unroll that inflates air and floats before you get to the surface. You need it to signal other divers and, more importantly, boats that there are divers underneath who are about to ascend like “don’t run your engine over us when we go up. We would prefer not to be incinerated. Thanks.”

      Finally, we got to the surface.
      “If it were any day or any time that could’ve easily been me” my buddy said, referring to the dive mate who had issues that lead us to have to ascend. “Today, I’m okay but tomorrow if I was having a bad day…”.
      “I’m just annoyed that we have to wait here in the middle of the ocean.” I replied
      (pause)
      “Yeah.”

      We were pretty far from the ship. We tried swimming but no dice. The current just kept pushing us back. My buddy, the Chinese couple and I tried yelling, waving, and we even used our whistles to try and see if there was anyone else close by and/or for our ship to spot us. Nope.

      A few moments later, we finally found our other dive mate and divemaster.
      “Why didn’t you ascend?” asked the divemaster.
      “We were waiting for you.”
      “No. If you lose your group, you do a 360, wait one minute and then ascend. That’s what you always do.” he yelled.

      We essentially ended up waiting for about an hour in the ocean. I probably swallowed about a litre or more of saltwater thanks to my BCD leak. It was minor and didn’t really make a difference underwater, but I was pretty happy about the people I was stranded with. Our situation sucked but we had a great time nonetheless.
      Don’t get me wrong: we were all bitching about it while we looked around for options (“Think we can swim to that shore?” -Nah) and we told jokes, (“Oh it’ll be like that movie, ‘Open Water’ -What’s that? “It’s about this couple of divers who were left in the middle of the ocean and eventually got eaten by sharks.” -Oh, yeah. Good movie. It won awards) but then someone was like, “This’ll be a story to tell.”
      True. True. I mean, here I am sharing it and here you are reading about it, right? 🙂

      We tried talking to the Chinese couple but they didn’t speak English at all. We didn’t realize it up until one of our mates spoke to them in Mandarin. She legit just whipped it out at one point with no accents that I’m aware of. It was pretty bad-ass. I was so impressed like “哇,伙计!” That’s when my dive buddy and I realized why they were just smiling and nodding at us when we tried talking to them. I actually had several instances of those; I would talk to people and ask them questions in English then they would give me a blank face for about a second, smile, nod, and leave. There was nothing too important that came out from the miscommunications on these accounts which is why I loved it when it happened. I have good laughs out of it.

      Anyway, we were pretty relieved when the lifeboat came. It was one of those orange inflatable ones with a motor at the back. But then I found myself in another small pickle; as it turns out, getting on the boat using your fins to propel you up while lifting yourself to get in was not exactly a piece of cake… or maybe it is if you can do several push-ups with no problems but that’s not me. It was funny though because we all had a hard time. Jokes.

      Corals, Divers, Octopus, Starfish, Lionfish, Tuna, Blowfish, and a camouflaged Fish

      It was super cool but also pretty gross
      It was super cool but also pretty gross
      Looks like a brain
      Looks like a brain
      "Here's some flowers for you, darling."
      “Here’s some flowers for you, darling.”
      Looks like a fan
      Looks like a fan
      She's such a graceful swimmer. She was probably a mermaid in one of her past lives or something.
      She’s such a graceful swimmer. She was probably a mermaid in one of her past lives or something.
      Looks really aquarium-y
      Looks really aquarium-y
      Tuna! These guys were actually pretty big (like maybe about a metre/3-4ish ft)but they were far away.
      Tuna! These guys were actually pretty big (like maybe about a metre/3-4ish ft)but they were far away.
      Blowfish that wasn't pissed off... was tempted... hehehe. Beats special effects, yeah?
      Blowfish that wasn’t pissed off… was tempted… hehehe. Beats special effects, yeah?
      Camouflaging: I forget what it's called but yeah there's a fish there
      Camouflaging: I forget what it’s called but yeah there’s a fish there
      Gelene and dive mate
      Gelene and dive mate
      Lionfish... they kinda look like royalty coming out of the corals, yeah?
      Lionfish… they kinda look like royalty coming out of the corals, yeah?
      Lionfish
      Lionfish
      not Gelene. dive mate... hair is for losers
      not Gelene. dive mate… hair is for losers
      also not Gelene. dive mate #hairIsForLosers
      also not Gelene. dive mate #hairIsForLosers
      I have this obsession with dead trees and branches. I don't think this one's dead though
      I have this obsession with dead trees and branches. I don’t think this one’s dead though
      "Hold up! Nobody touch this coral!"
      “Hold up! Nobody touch this coral!”

      Finally, we got back to our ship. We took off our gear, rested up, had dinner, etc. There was an optional night dive, which I was most definitely signed up for. I was excited but also nervous. It was my first night dive. When we had our briefing, one thing that was said stood out to me:
      “When we get down there, we’ll find a clear spot and turn off our flashlights…”
      “Wait. What? Why are we turning off our flashlights?” I interrupted.
      Imagine being in the middle of the ocean at night with no lights… imagine being underwater in the middle of the ocean at night with no lights.
      “So you can see plankton. They glow in the dark. Your eyes will adjust. Don’t worry.” he replied.
      “Uh, okay.” …
      I brought my camera. I didn’t think it would be useful (I was right), but just in case.

      The dude with the hardcore pro camera joined us. His light was phenomenal. I didn’t get a chance to take photos, unfortunately. My camera wasn’t pro-grade or anything so the settings didn’t fare well in the dark, regardless of my adjustments. We had mini flashlights that served us well enough but the pro gear setup was pretty damnson on the lighting. We could spot him from afar: I’d say close to 20 metres/60ish ft or more, we’d still know it was him. He was able to take great videos and shots of marine life (you’ll see him a bit in the video of the Manta Ray on Part 3b).

      When we got to the clearing, we turned off our lights… and it was awesome! We had to keep moving around and wave our arms because they glow when in motion.

      Here’s a photo I found online that illustrates what we saw pretty well:

      Kidding.

      I love Batman though. But, no, seriously, here’s a great simulation:

      image courtesy of “Magical Daydream” blog

      You know those videos you see on social media where people step on or play with water and purple things glow (if not, then you probably have a life unlike the rest of us)? It looked like little stars that glowed around us. It was pretty magical 💖😊
      We got back to our ship, had dinner, and chilled out on the upper deck. Here’s video from during the day…

      … and some photos taken from that night. We were in the middle of the ocean. It was super quiet. There was nothing but the wind, the stars in the sky, the sound of the gentle ocean waves, mildly rocking the ship. Lying down on one of the sunbeds, I felt like I was in a snow globe being gently rocked like a baby in a crib… not that I would actually know what that feels like but it inspired me to write a poem because it was fucking poetry.

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      I roomed with our female dive mate in one of the cabins. It was basic but surprisingly comfortable. I initially still had a little bit of trouble sleeping. Things were going bump in the night ’cause we’re on a ship and it’s not the sturdy and luxurious Titanic or anything but I fell asleep eventually.

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      Check out Part 3b: Similan Islands and Koh Bon, Day 2 soon

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    • The Accidental Backpacking Trip – Part 3b: Similan Islands and Koh Bon, Day 2

      Posted at 9:41 am by Gelene Celis, on September 24, 2020

      Part 1: Hong Kong

      Part 2: Phuket

      Part 3a: Similan Islands and Koh Bon, Day 1

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      I woke up around 5am the next day.

      Everyone, except for the boat staff, was still fast asleep. We exchanged greetings (“Morning! 😊”)

      I went to the upper deck to watch the sunrise.

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      A few moments later, they ring the bell to wake people up and get ready for breakfast.

      It was a 3-dive day and the itinerary was: breakfast, dive, rest/snacks, dive, rest/lunch, dive, rest, go home

      our equipment on the lower deck/wet area
      our equipment on the lower deck/wet area
      the captain who gave out most of the general briefings
      the captain who gave out most of the general briefings

      They kept mentioning sharks because the spots we went to were known to have frequent sightings of them. We did see a lot of marine life like the day before but there weren’t any sharks around.

      Eel

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      photobomb!
      photobomb!
      super cute!
      super cute!

      I was pretty stoked to see the turtle. I didn’t spot it right away and somebody had to point it out because its shell was camouflaging. It was just out there looking for stuff to eat.

      I see youuuuuu

      When I first took up diving, I was pretty much stoked at everything. I remember tripping out on seaweed under us when we were practicing our breathing, “Oooh look at the way it moves! So cool!” 😂 Silly.

      There’s an instant change of pace when we dive.
      Humans in the industrial world = hustle, hustle, hustle; to marine life = flow.
      It really puts things in perspective for me. I take all the troubles and worries I have on land and let the water cleanse my soul.

      I meditate on a fairly regular basis and depending on how stressed I am, sometimes it takes me a while to get to that relaxed state of being. But when I dive, I get there almost instantly.
      Don’t get me wrong: there are all these important things you have to know and keep in mind and such but once you get comfortable with it, then you start reaping the therapeutic benefits.

      When this guy showed up though, the feeling was a mixture of peacefulness and elation.
      I wish I can elaborate better how I felt because there will be no technology nor any kind of art – no matter how skilled – that humans can make or simulate than that of the technology of nature to have the capacity to bring this life.

      And yet here I am sharing photos and writing about it despite knowing what I’ve previously stated.

      What can I say?

      I’m just a fool.

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      I was pretty amazed at its size (about 3-4 metres/15 ft). It was the first big fish I’ve ever seen but I found out later on that this size is actually average for Mantas.

      It was beautiful.

      It didn’t move like the rest of the fish. Don’t quote me on this but I think they’re dubbed ‘Ghosts of the Sea’ or something of the sort because of the way they move. They move like they’re gliding more than anything.

      It felt so peaceful.

      It showed up at the latter end of the last dive. We were in the middle of our safety stop when it showed up. Several of us followed it around. It did a couple rounds around us before it left. Apparently, Mantas are very curious.

      We started packing up when we got back to our ship. Got our stuff, went on the ferry, then onto the van to drop everybody off.

      When I got back to the hostel, I started looking up things to do.
      I was bored.
      My mother emailed me and told me about Cambodia, “You’re already in that part of the world; might as well.”
      “Wtf am I gonna do in Cambodia?” All I wanted to do was dive and it didn’t strike me as a good dive destination.
      “Angkor Wat,” she replied.
      I looked it up. 😱 “Holy shit! Cambodia, here I come!”
      The temple(s) looked amazing.

      I got my stuff in order and booked a ride and a flight right away. I was pretty iffy at first. Even though I was after the temples, I didn’t want to have any days where I wouldn’t have the option to dive. Period. I was quite stubborn on this matter but I fell short on the research, as I had found out after booking everything, that the ocean was a 9-hour ride from Siem Reap (where the temples are located). “It’s a good thing I only booked 4 days then,” I thought.

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      Part 4: Siem Reap, Cambodia next up

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