So here, start… and it all started when I worked at a scuba diving club in Otilla, Honduras.

A beautiful island in the Caribbean, wild, pirate. An island where boundaries blur (and sometimes there are no boundaries).

A playground for young and old, drug sex and rock ‘n’ roll in the rum version.

“There is another Israeli here who asks full questions about the course but does not really want to do,”

I was called from the office.

“Come talk to him please, he’s probably not really serious…”

If I could guess where this price call will lead…

Here I met Adam, later my partner in Israeli free diving and a dear brother on the road.

A young lion, long blond hair and the look of a surfer, where he has not gone (to this day) turned the eyes of girls and boys alike…

A man wandered around the island a bit idle. He opened a restaurant with partners. An Israeli restaurant with fine food made by him. Yes, both beautiful and baker it turns out.

To his sorrow or joy he was forced to shut it down from constraints related to partners and authorities, and he had free time to fulfill.

“I went in because I saw the sign at the entrance that says up to 21 feet in two days, does that make sense?”

I began to explain to him all the principles that guide us even today, and how we are an aquatic creature in our essence, and our potential is insane and more and more.

I will not go into details and I will continue with the story, because as we started, everything is connected to everything and there is no occurrence that stands on its own.

A person, after researching and asking all the possible questions about the course (and whoever has the right to know a person, knows that a person does not miss any detail), Signed and started the basic course, which led to the advanced course, which led to the masters course and entry into the family of free divers who support each other and live together, freaks who make diving a central and integral part of life.

Life flowed, time passed and we set out for a short round in Central America. Between the chicken bass and the bites of the taxi drivers, the crazy volcanoes of the belt of fire and the sweet, green smoke, the idea went up… an amorphous idea, clearly illogical (for those who thought they would never live in the country again)

“If you ever return to Israel, then open a scuba diving club together”

One of us threw into the air,

It seems to me I was too stoned on a hammock on Lake Atitlan in Guatemala to remember which of us it was,

And in order not to provoke unnecessary arguments, I will just say that it is 100% certain he was one of us.

We returned to Otila after the trip, I went back to work, Adam returned to Israel, worked as a tank diving instructor and met his (wonderful) future wife, Jordan.

The idea remained an idea, but like any seed (of an idea) watered it began to develop. Admittedly at first in both of our heads, but also in the body it felt more and more right.

December 2016, road trip, Ariel and girlfriend Gabriel AKA -Blue chitta (and Jersey the bitch who was supposed to come for two weeks foster care, and finally returned with me to Israel)

Route: Montreal, Canada. Destination – Box del Toro, Panama. (Destination changed along the way)

The goal: to open a free diving school in the Caribbean.

This journey requires a book of its own, so I will not give spoilers here, in case I want to write about it in the future.

But there were adventures, scuba diving in crazy places, lots of car mileage, and even work and competition in the 2017 World Diving Championships.

In October 2017 Adam and Jordan set out on an eastward journey with no return date. There they delved into yoga and pranayama studies, did teacher training and also rolled into Thailand to learn and teach free diving and lived on the island of Koh Tao for a while and flew for life.

Back to me and Gabriel:

After a long time on the road, we decided to end the journey back to the starting point, Montreal .. Since we descended from the east side of the continent, we ascended from the west side, the Wild Pacific, all the way north to Montana, and from there east to New York and back to Canada.

There we got on a plane, Jersey and I, and flew back to the Holy City, which is Eilat.

We arrived with nothing. Heartbroken and pocket after 8 years of wandering.

We landed on the couch of Adam and Jordan who arrived in the country a month before us, and lived with another partner in a three-room apartment.

And this is how we opened the school for freediving – Freedive Israel

With minimal equipment, we started teaching word of mouth.

And when the landlord decided to renovate the shower and take out the toilet, we realized it would not be there, and moved to the mountains.

“What do you mean in the mountains?”

“What, how do you shower?”

“How do you cook”, “Ahh is that you live up there ??”

These are just some of the questions people ask when they meet the strange Israel Free Diving team, which included 3 instructors (Jordan, Adam and I) and two dogs, descending the mountain or ascending with water and food (the worst thing is to ascend and find that you forgot something in the car, or get off in the morning) , And find that the keys are cheap).