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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.”

      img courtesy of Gaines County Library

      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
      courtesy of Scuba Tulum
      courtesy of Awe 365
      courtesy of Awe 365
      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.

      img by Descubro.mx

      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: Part 1 – Cebu

      Posted at 2:30 pm by Gelene Celis, on March 15, 2024

      Manila (NAIA)

      My first stop was Malapascua, Cebu. There are international flights in Cebu but I decided that this was my first stop after I had bought the tickets to Manila. Duh.

      In any case, I arrived at the airport and the first things I did were get a local SIM Card (I opted for Smart with unlimited Data, 100 minutes talk, 100 minutes text for 30 days for ₱2,000 / $50 CAD – their plans are so much better than in Canada). After which, I walked around for the best exchange rates to get some cash. Word to the wise, if you’re scuba diving or doing a lot of other things in rural areas in the Philippines: get twice as much cash than you think you might need because most places don’t accept card nor Apple Pay. GCash, which is like Venmo in the US (Canada’s more on direct transfers via email) is widely accepted but if you don’t have a Filipino permanent address reflected on one of your official ID’s, you essentially can’t sign up for it.

      I opened Grab, which is like Asia’s Uber. I tried to order my first ride to the hotel, which was only 5 minutes away, but it asked for confirmation on my Visa which was attached to my Canadian phone number. I ultimately ended up calling my bank to change the number over to my Filipino SIM card but that didn’t happen until later.

      Kanto

      “Kanto” in Tagalog means “corner” so it’s like a shop by the corner type thing. Yes, I was up by 5am. My flight was around 8 and I was jetlagged.

      The next day, I ordered breakfast using Grab. Oh man I was too excited with the pandesals and Filipino food!

      I was too excited that I didn’t realize that these were plant-based. I have no qualms with plant-based but I thought the serving would’ve been bigger. In any case I ordered a couple of items.

      Ah! I remember the feeling of sitting there and anticipating the delivery. The hotel had a dining area but my booking didn’t come with free breakfast + their hours weren’t conducive to my flight time.

      I knew I was ordering something that was, probably, by local standards, expensive… but I didn’t care. It’s not that I’m rich but the exchange rate worked in my favour and I saved up for this trip. I’m pretty meticulous with my money (annoyingly so sometimes) and I can be particular with my spending.

      For reference, roughly:
      ₱40 = $1 CAD
      ₱50 = $1USD
      ₱60 = €1

      After eating, I checked out and headed to the airport.

      Cebu

      Honestly, besides the flight, there is nothing nor anything official that is on Google that will help you get around. I found my way by reading other blogs and an advice from a friend. So, here’s how to get to Malapascua:

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      image by Blue Heaven Malapascua
      image by Blue Heaven Malapascua
      1. Fly from Manila to Mactan Airport
      2. Get a cab (or a Grab ride) to the Cebu North Bus Terminal – 45ish minutes
      3. Take a van or bus to Maya Port – 2-3 hours
      4. Take a boat to Malapascua – 45ish minutes

      The Cebuano from Medelin

      The cab I got actually dropped me off at an area to the side of the terminal. It’s really not advisable to go anywhere unofficial but… it felt right, so I did it. I was the last passenger in the van and the seat I got wasn’t even a proper seat. It was a box right beside one of the seats by the sliding door. It turned out to be a great ride as I had a very insightful conversation with a local from Medellin, Cebu.
      “May lahi ka ba? (Are you mixed?)” he asked. The direct translation would’ve been “Do you have a race?” lol. It’s one of those things that doesn’t make any sense if you translate it word for word.
      “Wala. Pilipino lang. Pero lahat naman tayo may lahi. (No. Just Filipino. But we’re all mixed, really).” I replied.
      He nodded. “Mukha ka kasing mestiza (It’s ’cause you look half – either white or Spanish though “mestiza is traditionally referred to Spanish as it stemmed from during those times).”
      Yes, I’m aware of how I look. I’m always going on about colonial mentality which is significantly rampant in Filipino culture (whitening creams, ashamed of accents and/or flat nose etc) though I see the irony on my behalf because like he said, I look mestiza (and while I still detect a little bit of an accent specially when I’m inebriated lol I mostly sound North American these days). It’s not my fault though and since I reap the social (sometimes industrial) advantages, the least I can do is acknowledge it.
      Beauty is, arguably, another tool like money and power along with other materialistic things. I’m not beyond vanity, mind you. I do body mods after all since that is my definition of beauty for myself.

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      Malapascua Island

      I was immediately greeted by a canvasser when we got off the boat. He was trying to promote island hopping and another dive shop but I had already booked with Johandive which had lodging and a dive shop. I figured to do that to make life a little easier for myself since I was diving anyway… but things never turn out the way we plan, most especially when you’re backpacking.

      There are no modes of transportation on the island because it’s so small, except for motorbikes where you hop on the back and they put your luggage or backpack in the front. I opted for that in the beginning because… I didn’t know what I was doing lol. When I found out that the lodging was only a 10-15 minute walk from the port, I stopped going on rides and just walked. I usually mix electrolytes with my drink (get a sugar-free one like Biosteel, which is super effective) which was much needed here; super hot and humid.

      it’s funny yeah like I actually barely ate during this trip; so much so that I felt myself, inadvertently, going in a ketosis state that afternoon. It’s not a bad thing but if you’re not deliberately doing keto, your brain gets confused and insomnia or keto insomnia becomes a thing. I don’t know the exact science but I’ve done keto for years to know that if I don’t fully commit to it, I’m essentially gonna have problems with sleeping. I was already still jetlagged so I loaded up on carbs just to get myself out of that state.
      As I found out, when it’s too hot, your body decreases your appetite to protect itself from overheating. I just bought food to go and ate in a cool area.

      The lodging was really nice but I found that they’re a smaller dive shop and they don’t go on trips unless they have enough people (makes sense), which doesn’t always happen.

      view from my balcony
      view from my balcony
      sunrise from in front of Johandive
      sunrise from in front of Johandive
      my room
      my room
      my room
      my room
      nighttime in front of Johandive
      nighttime in front of Johandive

      I did think about the island hopping bit because I was going to be on the island for 6 days. I know it’s a long time but I figured, it’s my first stop and I’m probably going to be jetlagged for half of it so I decided to give myself that time to kind of adjust my headspace sorta “norm.” lol. Cute. Little did I know the culture shock I was to experience on my very first diving day.

      I called the canvasser who hooked me up with Atlas Divers (great crew!). It was late afternoon when we connected so it had gotten dark after we did the transactions in the shop. He led me to a vegetarian restaurant called VillaPotenciana Restaurant. It was delicious and the place was pretty. They even sold tribal masks, one of which I purchased.

      CebuMask
      VillaPotenciana Restaurant
      VillaPotenciana Restaurant

      I initially booked 4 dives; 1 being the refresher, 2 fun dives (shallow water, just around the shore to start me off with), and a night dive.

      Yeah… that didn’t happen. lol

      The last time I went diving, I almost drowned. It was a very traumatic experience for me and I’m not feeling particularly inclined to write much about the details but I’ll say this: I was able to execute my safety training (which was nice) and I was fine but mentally, I was not.

      It took me two days to finish my refresher. I was actually coming to terms that I might not see the sharks as I was pretty upset when I found out that I was having problems.

      “Did you finally finish it?” Eliot (from Belgium).
      “Not yet. Last time I went diving there was an equipment issue 30m/100 ft underwater. I almost drowned. Apparently, it’s heavily embedded in there”, I pointed to the back of my head
      “Oh yeah. That would do it,” he replied.
      I was doing the course with his girlfriend, Sheryl. “Where are you from?” I asked.
      “Belgium.”
      “Oh cool. Are you fully certified then?” He wasn’t taking any courses. He was with a different divemaster.
      “Yeah, I got certified in Belgium. It’s way more intensive there like it’s a total of about 9 weeks to finish it unlike here.”
      “That’s crazy!”
      “Yeah. It’s about 2-3 weeks of just swimming and slowly getting into it. I have to say though it’s good for preparation. I did the night dive last night and it was chaos. People were bumping into each other and I couldn’t tell who was what. I’m like ‘What is this?'”
      “Oh yeah. Here it’s just like 3 days or so. What’s to see in Belgium?”
      “Nothing, really. Most are dead corals though every now and then we would see a small fish and we’d be so happy.”
      I paused, “So, like, why do you dive there?”
      “It’s the same question I’ve been asking myself,” he replied.

      Malapascua Dive Spots – Atlas Divers

      Somewhere in the convo (I forgot how) it came up that he was half-Arabic (I forgot the country).
      “Yeah, I’ve already checked your tattoos.” he said.
      I have “Maktub” in Arabic on my right ankle and “Fitrah” on my chest.
      “Yeah, I have a friend who’s Palestinian. She grew up in Montreal and lived in Toronto for a bit. She taught me all these things about Islam. ‘Maktub’ I got from one of my favourite books though, ‘The Alchemist’ by Paulo Coelho. It roughly means ‘It is written’ or ‘fate.'”
      He nodded. He knew the book.
      “And then on my chest is ‘Fitrah’ for like innate human nature, like, Oneness with existence sorta deal. I wish I spoke Arabic though.” I said.
      “Oh yeah it’s a difficult language to learn,” he said.
      “And the writing…” I added.
      “Yeah, the writing is right to left.” he said.
      “Oh. That’s even worse! It’s good to know different languages though.”
      “Absolutely. I’ve always wanted to visit Canada. Do you know French?” he asked.
      “Unfortunately not. I actually graduated high school in the Philippines right before we moved to Canada where they put me in Grade 11. The curriculums are just different I guess but it was good they did that because I would’ve been so culture-shocked had I gone to college right away. Plus, like, yeah, French is technically our second language but it’s not like here in the Philippines like English is the second language and everyone speaks it. Out in Canada, it’s spoken mostly in Quebec. I know Tagalog though and I tend to pick up Spanish easily when I practice. It’s interesting, these things. Tagalog and English don’t have masculine/feminine on inanimate objects though. That’s usually what trips me up like huh how is this table a woman? In Tagalog, these things are joined or truncated. Like the table is feminine, yeah so it’s ‘La Mesa.’ In Tagalog, we turned it into one word so it’s just ‘Lamesa.’ It’s interesting to me, these things, especially how it evolves when you go cross-cultural and then it can give you insight on society, history etc you know.” I said.
      He nodded, “Absolutely. I’m from the southern part of Belgium and I’m lucky because so many different languages are spoken there.”
      He listed out 5 languages! Good for him!
      “North America is…”
      “Oh we’re so young,” I said. “We’re only like 150 years old. Not a lot of history. And most people only know English. It’s tricky, yeah, again with cross-cultural things because when you know different languages, it helps shape, affect, and expand the way you think…”
      He nodded, “Yeah, and when someone knows only one language and then you know that language and some other language, you’re essentially adjusting to their way of thinking but if you’re in a conversation or any kind of relationship…” he motioned his hands to indicate a “give and take” message.”
      “Yeah, it should be a symbiosis,” I said.
      “Yes!” he gleefully agreed.

      *Never too late to learn another language though being friends with people from different backgrounds – and having real talk with them about in-depth topics (not just daily grind things but philosophies and worldview things) – could make up for not knowing another language. Also, just because you’ve travelled to certain countries, it doesn’t automatically mean you’re cultured unless you’ve immersed yourself. Sometimes I go to Mexico just to dive and not really immerse myself in the culture and I don’t go on claiming otherwise. FYI*

      I kept panicking during my refresher. It wasn’t until I got stubborn and allowed myself to openly whine and bitch about the things I had to do that didn’t want to do that was I able to successfully get through it #ExpressYourself lol
      Sometimes we have to let these out of our systems, as long as it’s not directed towards anyone and is just an outward expression (please don’t take this out of context) like I tell my clients to cuss when I’m tattooing them, I’m personally all for it.
      The direction it will take is tied to emotional intelligence.

      “I finally passed it! I was already coming into terms that maybe I won’t see the sharks and just when I accepted it, it happened!” I told Eliot. I was overjoyed even though I was thinking the worst at the onset, “Oh no! Is this the end of my diving? Am I ever going to be in the water again? Is this chapter of my life done?” 😭

      But there was something else that upset me more.

      Oysters

      Everyone thought I was Ms Fancy Pants for loving seafood, in Toronto. But where I come from it’s common and some of which are actually considered to be poor man’s food.
      I didn’t value it then just like they don’t value it now… and when you’re unaware of your worth (or I suppose if you’re in poverty), you make way for greed to take advantage of you.
      I mean, I was talking to fellow diver tourists from Belgium who was all “I’d have to pay hundreds of Euros for this and they’re like ‘Whatever’” just like how I used to be.
      I was so mindblown and they’re like “meh” and I’m like “bruh.”
      I know better now (knowledge acquired via privileges) and I can’t help but think about how much of those pretty pennies do these people, who did the dirty work, get?
      If it’s so fancy, how come they’re still struggling earning to make a living?

      It upset me so much that – well, probably paired with the jetlag, tiredness, me being an HSP, and then being socially/culturally shocked – I cried myself to sleep that night. I mean, I already know these things in theory just as I’ve come across them before. It’s different from back then, I guess, because I’ve been living in my Canadian bubble. It’s different too when you’re up, close, personal, and immersed in it vs knowing in theory.

      I wish there was something measurable and significant I could do and since I’m not in a position of power nor enough privileges to be able to, I write and vlog in hopes of spreading awareness and maybe more people will care, and then maybe eventually it will change.

      “You should charge more when you sell the oysters.” I told them.
      “Mga 500 isang pala (About 500 pesos per pail – that’s about $13 CAD),” they replied.
      “That’s nothing. We pay $20-30 sometimes a hundred or more per plate which is a very small portion of that pail. You need to double or triple your price. That’s still cheap out there,” I insisted.
      They laughed. They’re really nice out here unlike in Boracay which is very touristy and there’s so much corruption and deceit by tourists and locals alike.
      “No. No. You need to charge more. People who are already well-to-do are making a big buck out of this and you get peanuts. It’s unfair,” I told them.
      “Sanay na ho kami ma’am. Basta may makakain. (We’re used to it ma’am. As long as we have something to eat),” they said.
      “Yes, but your freediving skills are big game. You should charge more,” I kept telling them.
      We went on a little convo about how this hits me on a personal level because I’m Filipino and we immigrated to escape poverty, like what they’re experiencing. I told them out there we learn how to play the game (even though we’re still constantly losing) because of discrimination, historical oppression and abuse etc you know.
      They just nodded. They know… but at the same time, they don’t want to dupe anyone (the price they charge is normal).

      Just because it’s popular, or “normal”, it doesn’t make it right. They’re just adhering to what’s contextually right… but in the grander scheme of things, it’s pretty fucked up.

      However, I do admire them for doing what they believe to be right which is how I know I can trust them for what comes next.

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      We joked around a bit. They were cool and they were really stoked that they had a Filipino client because most of the tourists in the area are Europeans, who are notorious for hating Americans lol. They tend to ask me where I’m from though they already know I’m North American because of my accent. When I tell them I’m from Canada, their faces light up and they go on about how they want to visit Canada but not the U.S.

      The U.S. just gets a bad rep with politics and the media. I would stick by New York a bit because I see the pros and I even tell them to go visit Brooklyn and to make sure to take the subway if they like avant-garde, couture, and street sort of art. I personally love the grimy sort of charm of New York subways. I’ve seen and can imagine, some crazy shit ala Lady Gaga or Thierry Mugler sort of fashion using it as a backdrop.

      Don’t shoot the messenger.

      But anyway, the boat crew – all local – were jokes.

      We had some real talk along with the jokes. From what I gather, making a living is difficult and it’s a constant struggle so they stay sane by changing their outlook and making a piss out of things when they can.

      Great attitude 🥰

      I actually got myself a private divemaster as per their advice, which I agreed with. I made a point to let him know that I had issues so he knows what he’s dealing with. I told him about techniques I’m using (countdown from 10, singing, having a song in my head – really worked).

      “Oh, that happens a lot. It happened to me several times. It’s like a meditation. Breathe.” said the Spaniard in reply to when I told him I was panicking.
      Everyone, crew & fellow divers, were so sweet and encouraging. They gave me fist bumps and smiles all around. “You got this,” was the gist of it. In case you’re reading this, thank you 🙏🏼 meant a lot to me 🥰❤️🤗
      I’ve gone diving with others who’ve panicked before and I’ve given them encouragement as well. It took me some time to catch up on giving myself some compassion. We can’t really extend that if we don’t have it for ourselves.

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      Atlas Divers, by the way, was the only boat with a second floor and hammocks underneath: super epic win. The ride to the dive spots were about 2 hours away so these things were very much appreciated and enjoyed. It’s amazing how the little things can really count.

      There was a Spaniard, the 2 Belgians I met already, another Belgian, a Scottish couple, and a Filipina-Canadian (myself) with the local crew. It was a great, mixed crowd which I thoroughly enjoyed. It’s really not just all about the whole equality thing but when you get a diverse set of people coming from many backgrounds and cultural/social realities, you get different perspectives and input. I can’t stress this enough: the more perspectives you have – that are working towards the same or a similar goal – you’re more likely to spark innovation.

      The Spaniard was sweet and also super jokes. He’s gone diving with thresher sharks the day before and he’s doing it because, as he put it, “I love it. It’s like I make love to the sharks.” lol. Classic.
      “Exhale small amounts when the shark comes close. Just little bubbles (he demos it). If you exhale a lot then they go off,” he tipped us.

      It’s funny yeah because I did this, it’s now part of my “normal” but it was defo not the case right before. We were all apprehensive (except for the Spaniard who couldn’t wait to make love to the sharks).

      “It’s kind of counter-intuitive, what we’re doing,” said Eliot.
      “Yeah, I’m nervous too,” I said.
      Everyone else was quiet and nervous. We all had to get up at 5am because we had to be at the shop at 5:45 too so we were scared and low on energy lol. Good times.

      They started off lurking in murky water. They would swim in circles (not circling us though that would give me a heart attack). For 2-3 minutes they stayed in the murky areas but then they would come closer and closer… and closer.

      It was kind of cute how curious they are and it was interesting how mostly un-terrified I was. One of the sharks got pretty close like 2-3metres/6-10ft close… yeeeaaah. At that point, I kept looking at my divemaster and signaling, “Sharks. Too close.” To which he would signal back, “It’s okay.”

      They were pretty harmless though. It’s mostly just media brainwashing and a headspace thing. I don’t know about the others but part of the reason why I did it is because well it’s cool and I wanted to break my own barriers.

      And my barriers I did. We actually did several dives to see the threshers. Honestly, after the last dive, I was done. We crept this one shark lol like we hid by the corals to get this shot.

      After this, honestly, I was like, “Okay. I wanna swim around and see other fish, man.”

      We were all super chill after the dive. It’s like, cool. That was actually fine. Whatevs lol. We all started chatting and I found out that Eliot and Sheryl were travelling for a couple more months with an open itinerary. I directed them to Thailand, specifically Koh Lanta.
      “Yeah, we were avoiding Phuket. I heard it’s party town, drunk people, prostitution abuse, petty crimes…” he said
      I nodded. “Yeah, I know. It’s why I avoided Boracay.” (✌️ I heard it’s different now but it has left a sour taste in my tongue – it’s where I learned diving and accumulated dive logs. I had fun then but I was in my early 20’s so it’s a different story now).
      I showed him photos from my dive in Similan Islands and Kled Kao Wreck.
      “Kled Kao Wreck is a spot you can access from Phuket and surrounding islands. Similan Islands you can do a day trip but it’s not really worth it like it’ll take 5 hours to get there. It has to be a liveaboard. I did an overnight liveaboard with 7 dives, including a night dive.”
      He made the money gesture with his fingers (liveaboards are notoriously expensive like 5k/week is not uncommon). I laughed. “No, no. This one was affordable. This was 4 years ago so I won’t know pricing now but back then it was like $700 Canadian… that’s like $550 USD,” I said.
      “Hmmm. About €450?” he asked.
      “Yeah, back then it was.” I wrote it on my iPhone Notepad which he took a photo of.

      On my walk back to my room from the dive shop, I found myself thinking, “Cool. I’ve seen the sharks. I’m bored. Time to bounce.”

      I packed up my stuff to get ready for the ride back the next day.

      I actually had an overnight stay in Cebu City because my flight was around 8:30 and I wouldn’t be able to make that if I’m coming straight from the island. Ferries don’t start running until around 6 or so.

      Cebu City

      I explored a bit in Cebu City and here are some highlights:

      Yap San Diego Ancestral House

      This is one of the oldest houses in the Philippines, apparently. It was built during Spanish colonial times with Chinese settlers during which. It’s been there since the 1600’s and has been passed down to several generations. It was kinda creepy in a cool way.

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      Cebu City Night Market

      I lucked out on my lodging (Cebu City Backpacker’s Hostel) because it happened to be right in front of the night market.

      I ate way too much street food lol.

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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.

      courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

      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
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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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    • The Accidental Backpacking Trip – Part 5: Koh Lanta

      Posted at 10:51 pm by Gelene Celis, on September 22, 2020

      Part 1: Hong Kong

      Part 2: Phuket

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

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

      Part 4: Siem Reap, Cambodia

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

      There was an 8-hour layover in Bangkok between my connecting flight to Phuket (Siem Reap -> Bangkok -> Phuket). The only available tickets were ones where I had to go to a different airport in Bangkok than the one I had arrived in (Don Mueang -> Suvarnabhumi). Quite a hassle, but it’s good that I had an ample amount of leeway for error: “What does that say? Is that my bus? Or will this one be taking me somewhere else? Don’t get lost, Gelene.”

      The bus ride to the other airport was cool. It would’ve been cooler to check out Bangkok but I was pressed for time and I was way too tired to make any more stops. I just wanted to get in the water and lie on a hammock for hours somewhere, nowhere.

      When I arrived at the airport, I had about 6 more hours before the connecting flight. It was in the wee hours of the morning so I was looking for a place to sleep. I found one of those sleep capsule things and booked it for several hours. It was surprisingly very comfortable.

      I fell asleep in no time.

      I got up a little later than I had intended so I rushed to the flight, which I didn’t miss.
      When I arrived in Phuket, I still had about 3 hours before the departure of the ferry that would take us to the islands, so I ate a proper breakfast at the airport. I was exhausted so I just booked an airport cab.

      I took my sweet time with everything and still had over an hour wait at the pier. I changed to a swimsuit, shorts, and sandals right away. The airport and plane ride may have been cold but it was super hot out.

      I didn’t know that the ferry was to stop by Koh Phi Phi. It was gorgeous but as soon as I got off the ferry, the busyness and commercialization of the island felt like a slap in the face. Phi Phi was very pretty but way too crowded for me.
      I enjoyed my lunch there though. I got some fresh coconut water with a couple shots of rum.

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      I got back on the ferry and a couple hours later, we finally arrive.

      Koh Lanta was niiiiiiiceee.

      I loved the vibe right away. It was quiet, chill, and low-key. 

       

      My preferred transport of choice was Tuk-tuks because I really like those, apparently. It’s just a cool cultural thing for me, I think. Like the Philippines has tricycles and Thailand has Tuk-tuks.

      I was headed to Funky Fish, a beachfront.

      Hello Kitty… yep, this was the one. Go hard Asian or go home. Bonus points for pink

      Funky Fish was awesome. The bungalows had its own hammock… SOLD! 
      Bonus points for random graffiti/art on the side of the bungalows and view of the sunset from the bar. 💯 👌

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      I searched for a dive shop right away but they told me that they were hooking me up with one the next day. So I decided to get comfy in the new room. I unpacked my bag, had a lizard jump out of it, shrieked, calmed down, organized my stuff, and headed out.

      I walked around the area a bit and that evening, for dinner, I got a can of Chang and drank it with Pad Thai. I’m not much of a beer drinker these days but I thought that beer was pretty yummy.

      on the hammock where I spent many hours staring at the trees sway, enjoying the gentle breeze and the sounds of nature being all poetic and shit

      I woke up around 4:30ish in the morning the next day (that’s just my norm now, unfortunately. I can’t seem to sleep in anymore). I went outside and heard the Athan (Islam call to prayer – Thailand is predominantly Buddhist but Koh Lanta was predominantly Muslim). I went back to my room, thinking it was my phone.
      I have the Athan on one of my alarms. I got a couple of Muslim friends who introduced me to it.
      It’s just a nice, peaceful, wakeup vibe for me. I love listening to it when I’m in chill/pensive mode, “Hmm I guess I forgot to turn off the alarm on my phone?”
      I checked my phone. It wasn’t even on, “Wtf? Where is that coming from?”
      I went outside again to check. That’s when I realized that it was the real thing. Hah! It was amazing! I couldn’t believe it!
      It was beautiful. It really was. 💕

      I stayed on the hammock and just listened to it until sunrise. Then I ate breakfast and met up with a freelance divemaster (I don’t actually know how this industry works but I gather you can be employed full-time or part-time or you can freelance much like many other industries?)

      We got acquainted and hung out at the beach.
      “Yeah my first bed here was so hard. My back was not happy.” I told him
      “Oh yeah, no. It’s like that everywhere here,” he added, “I got excited when I got in my room, jumped in my bed and ended up with a big bruise on my head.” he added (I couldn’t stop laughing 🤣)
      “So what equipment do you have?” he asked.
      “Nothing. I don’t really dive enough to warrant much investments there.”
      “Yeah, but you have a mask, right?”
      “No.”
      “WTF? I keep telling people, ‘Get a mask. It will make all the difference. Get. A. Mask!'”
      “Yeah but I don’t even know how to pick one.”
      “Suck it on your face! Man, wtf? That’s the first thing we tell you!”
      “That’s what everyone says. I did that but they all feel the same to me. It doesn’t make any sense!”
      “How often do you have to clear your mask?” (Water tends to get in and you have to slightly push it back at an angle and blow it out)
      “I don’t know, like, every 10-ish minutes, probably?”
      “That’s a lot. Trust me on this one. I’ll hook you up tomorrow.”

      We couldn’t book any dives that day because we have to notify the shops at a certain time the day before (not the day of) so I just chilled and checked out the market.

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      My inner hippie was very amused. I didn’t end up getting anything though ’cause half of what I packed was for people I was to see in the Philippines so I was essentially lugging it around. I was tempted to chuck it but it wasn’t mine to get rid of.

      We went to shop that sold masks. I rented three masks for me to try on three dives and if I ended up buying one, they were to deduct the rental fee, which was nice of them.

      It’s always good to test equipment before going live so, whenever you can, I suggest to take that opportunity… unlike what I did with my sports cam and divewatch… 🤔 (I didn’t have time though yo #DontJudgeMe)
      Oh, man. He was right. Using a mask that fit right made all the difference. I didn’t even notice it until I had to clear for the first time, “Woah! I haven’t cleared ’til now! Whaaaaatttt!?!? This is awesome!!!”
      It was one of those micromasks that I’ve never used, nor even heard of, before. Fucking brilliant.
      I went diving with him for a couple days. There were a few things that stood out to me in those times. I don’t remember their exact order, but I’ll share with you some of the notable moments

      There was one time where he had briefed myself and a couple others on some of the types of fish we may see, and so on. There were 2 other people with me. There was this Brit who’s been living there for 10 years doing Reiki/Yoga/Alternative Healing things and then there was his son. 

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      When the divemaster was done, he said, “Alright, cool. Got it?”
      “Sure?” I replied.
      “No, don’t worry I’ll point it out. You’ll see this fish camouflaged. I’ll point it out.”
      The Brit was more familiar with the fish. “I’ll point it out with him,” he told me.
      “Yeah, but like honestly if I don’t spot it within seconds, I’m probably just gonna shrug and ‘whatever’, do my own thing or look at other stuff,” I said
      “That’s cool. It’s my job though [to know the fish], and as long as you stick with the group…” said the divemaster.
      “Of course,” I replied.
      As a recreational diver, it’s good to know these things too, but with more leniency for me than for him on that account. That said, even if he didn’t know everything, I wouldn’t have taken it against him. If it’s your job, you should know more than the average folk but no one has answers to everything and no one has 100% perfect scope (hah! I wish!).

      The Brit showed me a fresh wound right before we jumped. “I got it when I was biking here,” he said as he uncovered it from the bandage. It was something about the pedal and chain going lose and his knee hitting some parts. “That looks naaassssttyy,” I said.
      “It’ll be fine.”
      “Ocean disinfectant?”
      “That’s what I’m hoping.”
      (Disclaimer: not always a good idea, depending on how clean the water is, you might get infections… our spot was clean though so I think he was good)

      We went diving on a site with a shipwreck. I assumed it was purposely sunken like a lot of them (haven’t gone to real WWII ones like the ones in Palawan) but apparently, it wasn’t. It supposedly sank some 10 years ago because of some accident.

      History coolness factor that you can explore underwater: lame AF.

      General coolness factor: still pretty fucking cool in my books.

      Check out these fishies who weren’t shy at all. 

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      They kept surrounding us. When I swam towards them, they would either break up a bit then surround me again or they would just slightly swim away together then come closer.
      I loved it.
      I avoid touching stuff though. Being able to do this is a privilege.
      We’re just visitors: much like the stuff I was supposed to give away to folks I was gonna see in the Philippines that weren’t mine to chuck, marine life isn’t ours to fuck with either. Please be mindful when you’re down there.
      Also, things are gross and slimy anyway like sea cucumbers… *shudder* #NeverAgain Yuck.

      …

      Then there was a time when I had to cancel a dive for the first time, ever.

      It was just me and the divemaster at that time.

      Once we jumped in, I looked down. It seemed dark. I put my mask on and looked down again for a better assessment. It was still dark, “We’re going here? I can’t see shit!”

      “Yeah, I know. But let’s go down there and check,” the divemaster said.
      Sometimes shallow waters have bad visibility but then you go a little deeper and it’s much better. That was not the case there. I forget which spot it was but there was a wall of corals. We separated from the other groups and checked out another side.

      Up until then, I’ve never known what 1-2 metres (3-6 ft) of visibility was like.
      We were about 26 metres deep and I kept thinking, “Give it a few more minutes…”
      About 15 minutes in, I was just getting creeped out. “No, no. I don’t wanna cancel! No! It might get better! It might get better!” Canceling the dive crossed my mind several times before I finally called it. I was pretty bummed out, 
      As soon as I signaled to cancel, he asked if I was OK. I signaled that I was fine but the visibility was bad (point to my eyes + point to surroundings + “so-so” hand gesture, then “cancel” signal, then “ascend” signal). I noticed he kept checking my equipment and looking at my entire setup while constantly asking me if I was OK while ascending. He was pretty worried.
      If I were the divemaster I’d be worried too. I feel like there should be a specific hand gesture for, “This visibility sucks. Let’s get outta here” just to be clear that you’re fine type thing and divemaster isn’t fucking freaking out, “Holy shit is she out of air? Is her BCD OK? What’s going on?!?”
      Poor thing.

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      I don’t think I can ever be a divemaster. It’s such a crazy responsibility. Imagine losing someone underwater?
      I can see myself taking the courses for fun but I feel like I’d only take my friends and family because if I lose them it’s just my friends and family like who cares, whatever.

      I sulked on the boat for a bit when we got back. I hated canceling. But like some 8-year old once said, “Sometimes you just need to take a nap and get over it.” So I napped, got over it, and ate a banana.
      Great advice.

      …

      There was another time when I was in the water and I had seen some things I wanted to take a shot of, but my camera was running low on battery. I didn’t mind so much because I wasn’t that fixated on them. I kept trying to turn it on though and I was able to sneak a shot here and there (out of juice but not completely squeezed so I was able to still push a little).

      When we were about to ascend, the divemaster shakes my leg, pretty strongly. I got a bit concerned because of the force he used so I quickly look at him. He points to a dark area. I signal, “What?”
      Three other divers were looking towards it.
      Another diver and I look at each other.
      I signal, “Big fish?” He replies with a nod. We both looked at the dark area again.
      Nothing.
      “Meh. My camera’s out anyway and I’m getting bored. Whatever. I’m ready to go.” I thought.
      Just when we were about to ascend, lo and behold, this guy shows up.


      video courtesy of fellow diver (the one who nodded at me)

      I pressed all sorts of buttons on my camera but it was dead.
      The divemaster kept signaling to look at the fish and not be too caught up in trying to capture it. He was right but I couldn’t help myself. I was thoroughly irritated.

      Even when we got back on the boat, I was still pretty salty.
      “Yeah but you just swam with a whale shark! Cheer up!” the divemaster told me.
      I just napped. #ProblemSolving #SolutionsForEverydayLiving

      When we got back on the island, I asked the diveshop where they were headed for the next day. They only mentioned spots I’ve already been to, so I passed. I called several others when I got back in my room, about where they were headed for the next couple of days. I was hoping it would be somewhere new but it was the same thing there.
      I decided to cut Koh Lanta a couple days short and booked a ferry back to Phuket.

      I thought it was a good idea too ’cause flying back home from Koh Lanta within a span of 18 hours would’ve been ridiculously stressful and exhausting (ride to pier + ferry + ride to airport + fly to Hong Kong + fly to Toronto, where I live).
      I figured it would be better to take it easy and divvy the transfers.

      On the way back, I met this woman from Mississauga (Toronto suburb). On the ferry ride, we had an interesting conversation filled with social insight.

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      Part 6: Wrap Up, coming up for more diving, lessons learned, and possibly some more insight.

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    • The Accidental Backpacking Trip – Part 6: Wrap Up

      Posted at 9:46 am by Gelene Celis, on September 21, 2020

      Part 1: Hong Kong

      Part 2: Phuket

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

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

      Part 4: Siem Reap, Cambodia

      Part 5: Koh Lanta

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

      By the time I hopped on the ferry from Koh Lanta back to Phuket, I was ready to go home. I felt like I’ve done and explored what I wanted. Throughout this entire trip (and pretty much for all of our lives, should we remain hungry forever), I interacted with people from different walks of life and found pieces of myself, some of which I had forgotten. In recounting my second set of dives in Phuket, I hope to share some insights along the way.

      I went diving a couple more times in Phuket. One of the dive sites was actually a spot I already went to but I was all, “Eh, what else is there to do? Fuck it.” Yep, I was getting bored. Like I said, I was ready to go home.

      Our divemaster was Scottish who had a super thick accent. I kept asking him to repeat some of the things he was saying until finally, he replied, “You just don’t understand me because of my Scottish accent!”
      I nodded, “Yeah. That’s probably it.”

      There were a couple other guys with me (come to think of it, most divers – masters and recreational – are men 🤔). One was this Brit who was working in the Middle East. He showed me a couple photos from when he went diving in the Red Sea, “I highly recommend it. The fish really come close to you,” he says as he showed me a close-up shot of a white-tip shark, “Sometimes, a little too close.”
      I don’t remember the story of the other dude but he was on his refresher because he hasn’t gone in about a year. He had some trouble and we all helped and waited out for him. I suggested he sing, “Sink?” he asked.
      “No. Sing.”
      “Like, songs?”
      “Yeah.” (I start humming some random tune. I’m a terrible singer but humming works wonders too)
      He just laughed.
      “I’m serious. It calms you down. Try it… not like heavy metal songs though.”

      In between the dives, we hung our wetsuits out in the prep area, and I laid down at the beach beds and dried up.

      When we got called out to prep for the next dive, I grabbed my wetsuit – still damp – was grossed out and it showed on my face. “Ah! Yes! That’s the best part about diving! Getting on something nice, damp, and cold on your warm, dry body!” joked the divemaster. Ugh

      We found Nemo several times down there. One was swimming around, getting all cuddly (I don’t actually know what it’s doing) with anemone (those corals). The Brit told us about a documentary he watched about those guys. Apparently, they develop a relationship with particular anemones and if it’s not the same fish that goes to the coral, they get stung.

      courtesy of asknature.org

      The boat was a bit far when we ascended so we waited for some time on the surface. For the first time, after several dives, I look up on the limestones and it’s actually quite nice. We get so busy looking down and checking out the visibility and the conditions of the water that we forget to look up. It was nice being partially submerged in the ocean yet still be able to observe beauties of the solid earth.

      “I keep forgetting to shave. It’s giving me problems,” said one of our mates while touching his mustache.

      “Why?” I asked. They all looked at me, “Oh yeah I guess you don’t need to worry about that. But the mustache pushes the mask and water can get in.”
      Sounds like a hassle like the annoying hair on my head that I have to constantly shave.

      They started talking about the fish, which lead me to ask about the corals, “Which one?” asked the divemaster.
      “The one that looked like mouths,” I replied.
      He gives me a very “Wtf?” look. His face was priceless 🤣

      See the mouths? They look like they’re wailing in a cartoon-y way. “Oh my God he farted again! Aaaaahhh! Get me out of here!”

      I tried to explain to him what I meant but he seemed so clueless that I just gave up, “Eh nevermind. Silly things.”
      I suppose I was telling the truth about silliness as this is the kind of shit that goes on in my head sometimes, in all honesty.

      I put sound behind this sea cucumber and I regret nothing

      When we got back on the ship, we talked about our dive logs and such. I asked the divemaster a question, which he asked me to repeat several times. I forget what my words were, exactly, but on the third time I repeated myself, he finally understood it, “Oh! You mean (whatever it was)! See? I’m lost with your accent too!”

      We all have an accent.
      Technically, with English, it’s British people who “don’t have an accent” but even they have different accents depending on which part of the UK they’re coming from.

      Sometimes when we go to strange places, we learn more about others and the world. Sometimes we learn more about ourselves. Although sometimes we remember because, amidst all this insanity that we all deal with (unless you live under a rock or in a small rural village untouched by industrialism), we all too often forget.
      On the other hand, sometimes when we go to new places and do what we set out to do, there’s really nothing more… eh for some parts during this trip, I was very focused on diving and didn’t really care about much else.
      There were some things that I came across that really broke my heart, which I’m not willing to discuss on my public blog. I wish I could do something about it but, given the position I’m in, there was nothing I could really do that wouldn’t compromise my own well-being… and I don’t believe anyone should have to do that nor have to be taken against anyone for doing so.
      I know this sounds like a cliché of a fucking annoying quote from a coaster but… if you don’t have yourself then you won’t have much else nor would you have anything to give.
      Self-care, not a disregard for the well-being of others (too often misconstrued), is a virtue.

      Having met a lot of expats during this trip made me realize how difficult it was to grow up when your family is constantly moving around (my folks were expats). People who grow up with such realities are apparently called “third culture kids.” But by its definition, since we’re living in such a multi-socio and multi-cultural world, this is therefore applicable to people who aren’t just expats (or kids of) but pretty much almost everyone who grew up with kids from different kinds of households from locals to immigrants. So, if you’re living in urban areas, from what I gather, all over the world, then you’re looking at this reality.
      I personally think it’s great but it is definitely not without its struggles, especially when you haven’t formed a good base or a foundation for your own individual values yet.

      When I got back to my room, I messaged the girl I met at Koh Lanta. We kept each other company on the ferry on the way back to Phuket. She stayed in Pa Tong beach area whereas I was in Kata (different areas of the island). We talked about many things one of which was hanging out when I got back that night. Pa Tong was way too much of a party place for me and my grandma sleeping habits but I wouldn’t have minded checking it out for a night. I couldn’t make it though. I went diving three times that day and did multiple day dives, everyday, for about a week before then (haven’t gone in years… got a little too excited). I was pretty drained by the end of the day but still wanted to check out Pa Tong so I didn’t cross it off my list until I lied down, “I’m just gonna rest for a bit” but then I couldn’t bring myself to get up once I got there.
      I messaged the girl, “I’m tired AF. I won’t make it out but we should hang when we get back in TO.”
      “Yeah, I can only imagine how exhausting multiple dives can be. No worries and totally!” she replied.

      Included in the many topics of our long conversation during the ferry ride were social insights.

      I’m not mentioning specifics but I will say this: it’s still seemingly a popular notion that diversity is all about having all kinds of folk from so and so being a part of a group, which it partially is but when you get into a productivity context, that sort of mentality alone may only serve for good publicity. It’s not entirely a bad thing because it can help alleviate a lot of social issues with regards to mass perception but at the same time, it fails to employ substantial benefits towards thrivability.
      There are countless studies with regards to this (look it up if you’re interested) but:
      1. When you get different people from different walks of life, you also get different subjective perspectives. What happens in several contexts may only have one objective, tangible set of facts but it will be processed differently by different people based on our corresponding realities.
      In a collective sort of setting, this could really work towards the goal(s) if utilized well. When you get different people seeing different pieces of the puzzle, you can fill the holes better. Imagine if everyone thought the same way and if everyone had the same interests? You’ll get all these gaps that aren’t filled or dots that aren’t connected because the selective thinking/confirmation bias/whatever it’s called is going to be the same.
      2. While it’s great to have experts who have been doing it forever, realize the value of “fresh meat.” Just because they’re not completely aware of the pitfalls and they lack insight, it doesn’t mean that they won’t have anything to contribute. It is precisely because of the fact that they aren’t completely aware of the pitfalls that make them dare to think of or want to execute novel ideas. Finding the middle ground will entail working with the old-timers who will have a better idea of the reality of the situation. In order for this to work, old-timers would need to be open to new ideas and newbies need to be open to hearing out the potential bullshit that might come with their fresh idealism.

      Regardless of whether your role is an old-timer or a newbie in any given context, we will all have something to learn.
      We’re all learning and growing in this existentialist weirdness called Life.

      To quote one of my favourite books,
      “The Elements of Typographic Style” by Robert Bringhurst

      “The subject of this book is not typographic solitude, but the old, well-traveled roads at the core of the tradition: paths that each of us is free to follow or not, and to enter and leave when we choose – if only we knew the paths are there and have a sense of where they lead. That freedom is denied to us if the tradition is concealed or left for dead. Originality is everywhere but much originality is blocked if the way back to earlier discoveries is cut or overgrown.
      If you use this book as a guide, by all means, leave the road when you wish. That is precisely the use of a road: to reach individually chosen points of departure. By all means, break the rules, and break them beautifully, deliberately, and well. That is for one of the ends for which they exist.”

      Beautiful ❤️

      Stay hungry. Stay foolish, kids.

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