Interview with Marlon Quinn – Passionate Freediving Instructor and Founder of WaterMaarq Freediving

Padi Pros Oceania were kind enough to interview me about freediving and my keen interest in it and published this article.

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_HKR5357-web_resized for webMarlon Quinn’s freediving journey began with a chance encounter with a ray. Today, he is a passionate Freediving Instructor and founder of WaterMaarq Freediving in Victoria, Australia. We asked him about his love for freediving and where he hopes to see it in the next few years.  

What inspired you to start freediving?

My freediving journey began with an encounter with a stingray in Port Phillip Bay, Victoria about a decade ago. I was snorkelling off Brighton Beach, when I came face to face with the 1.5m-wide Eagle Ray.

We both had a moment of surprise, I was a bit frightened and so was he. As a competitive cyclist I’ve performed in some very tough and high-risk situations, and I didn’t like that I was uncomfortable. I wanted to learn how to be calmer in the water and more in tune with the environment.

The stingray eventually became the iconic logo of…

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2014 – It’s a wrap!

Placing the Book-end on 2014

The end of the annual cycle provokes a reflection on the 364 days that have passed by, seemingly at Ferrari pace.

24 hours remain before the looking glass is swung 180 degrees and what appears to the fore takes all capacity.

2014 Was A Big Year

It really was. The seasonal highlights reel goes a little like this.

2013/14 Summer >

If not for the manic schedule, it would be very clear Continue reading

Collioure. A place to hide, ride and escape

Sunrise over Fort St Elme, Collioure, France

Over the weekend I ran into an old friend and by chance we meandered through the conversation to discover we’d narrowly missed paths 7 months earlier in the little publicised French seaside town of Collioure.

He’d cycled about 1000kms and gained 23,000 metres in altitude with a bunch of friends riding over the Pyrenees from Biarritz in the West. As they hooted down the last of the mountainous terrain they welcomed the site of the Mediterranean at the claws of the Pyrenees, at Collioure. Continue reading

Cycling’s Big Question: What for?

What for? Or Why wouldn't you?

What for? Or Why wouldn’t you?

Just riding along, (or JRA) and that big question lobs up once again “What am I doing this for?”.

Most profoundly it appears during the middle of a long hard race or as a car door almost takes you out. Some way up a mountain when the view is already teasing you with it’s mystery, it starts to call out in time with the pain in your legs.

There are many logical answers to the “what for” question, but they fail to answer the deeper query that continues to resonate for years to come. Continue reading

The wrong tool for the right job

The wrong tool for the right job. It looks straight up but maybe there's another couple of kinks and more 24% pitches.

The wrong tool for the right job. It looks straight up but maybe there’s another couple of kinks and more 24% pitches.

Sometimes we don’t have the right tools for the job, other times the skill, or the know how, the experience, an instruction booklet, someone to ask or nor do we know what’s on the other side or maybe at the top.

We know that by going forward, we’ll face perils, or we have materials and equipment that are not designed for the task. Continue reading

How will the story read at the end of the year?

Everyone has a story, often it reads with how we want it to be but what it actually is, is the substance all others seek.

Alessandro, reported by his sister in Italy in September 2012 as missing, presumed dead, has a story.

Umbria 24 News Clip

Umbria 24 News Clip

Presumably the victim of the economy, saddened by the loss of his Father, he disappeared without trace. His home untouched, possessions all accounted for, bank accounts not accessed for more than a year.

On the Train
Stepping onto the train about to depart from Perpignan, I hung my bike on the hook, placing it so as not to have it flailing as the train leaned from side to side on the short journey to the sea.

The Gutchi bike on the train

The Gutchi bike on the train

About to take my seat a man tried to lift his commuter Dutch-style bike up through the door onto the train from the platform. Visibly, it was a struggle.

We organised bikes and sat on either side of the train, gazing from windows.

French in a thick Italian accent blurted out lively and amiably. Dressed in a track-suit and runners, carrying a small day-pack, this friendly chap and I exchanged pleasantries, Francais style. A bit of velo talk whilst noting the beautiful sight of a snow-capped Mt Canigou as it drifted by, interrupted by wisps of tall grasses slashing at the train.

Mt Canigou, Southern France

Mt Canigou, Southern France

Alighting at the same stop, velos ported, we bid adieu and were thankful for a trip lost quickly to a polite conversation.

Days later, a man in a track-suit stretched by the sea-shore, a small day-pack sat 50 metres away alone on a bench.

“Bonjour”. “Ahh Ciao, Bonjour”.

After discussing the randomness of the situation, a café meeting was organised for a few days time.

It didn’t take long to discover this man was into sky-running, an endurance form of running, on par with enduro mountain biking. Almost every second day he would run between 20-25kms through the surrounding claws of the Pyrenees. Not bad (ie, “pas mal”, such a typical expression in French) for a 47 year old.

The merits of endurance sports were parlayed and so it was the sky-runner sought to test the cyclist in a head-to-head battle over a 3km run.

Details were exchanged; let the fun begin.

From the outset the perception was such that things weren’t quite adding up. The bag was toted everywhere, the same attire permeated each day and the discourse was spirited, if not a little forceful. The challenge didn’t fit the scene comfortably.

Though given this perception, surprisingly Alessandro provided his full name.

So, what do you do when you meet a person who is reported as missing, presumed dead?

Have another coffee and chat.

Antonio delivers another Cafe Noisette

Antonio delivers another Cafe Noisette

Following the Course
Over the course of several café excursions, Alessandro introduced another fellow. Cesar, an Italian national, a man of probably about 70-something, now living in France. Most days Alessandro and Cesar could be seen talking wildly in Italian with copious amounts of vigour fuelled by vin rouge, each day to be celebrated just as the last.

In a mixture of Italfranglaise, mostly swearing in Italian, whinging in French and jokes in English, the story started to develop.

Left to Right - The Author, Alessandro, Cesar

Left to Right – The Author, Alessandro, Cesar

Cesar, once an avid climber/mountaineer, is now a little less nimble owing to an accident that provided him with a walking stick and a move to the sun and sea. He moved to the south of France for the climate, the culture, the food and the Catalan ambience. All very worthwhile features of the region.

Cesar though, after 10 years or more, has found himself facing up to what he sees as a mistake. The aura of the south has dulled, though he speaks three languages integration has not been possible. An insider still on the outside he travels from Perpignan to Collioure most days just to gaze at the sea for respite. Except in summer because the volume of tourists jam the transmission of vibes.

Coughing up a Lung
Between puffs and gulps, Cesar speaks in a throaty crackling deep tone, he would make an intense Actor, General or Tsar. Long long tales have you poised in anticipation and duress but throaty cackles lifts the weight and want to arrest your ears.

The Italians bemoan the state of their homeland, the economy and the running of the country. Both hail the ambience of the Catalan Med but sledge its closed doors. Each arrived to escape lands of which they had become resentful and distrustful. Finding the Promised Land, the growing tension between living in a place of Paradise but without their tribes has evoked a common spirit. It offers the chance to compare regions, customs and mores of the societies.

Sky-running Alessandro has all but lost faith and trust in his country. Without his job, without his Father, without a sense of security he lives without dependency on governments and financial institutions. Travelling light, he is afforded the luxury of freedom. Freedom from ties and traces.

Different Tangents
Slowly the interplay between the gents develops. One man felt stuck and opted out, the other opted out and became stuck. Is it an Italian tragedy? The story could be so, but rather than that, it is merely but a rich story of substance. Things are as they actually are.

Cesar has found the medicinal powers of the Mediterranean satisfaction enough to continue his daily sojourns to the blue water and along the way met with a fellow that can in some way re-enforce that his homeland is suffering too. When you’re stationed on the Med and the problem is way over there, well, is that such a bad thing?

Alessandro weaved his way to the restorative powers of running over the mountaintops, taking flight from the Pyrenees Condors and circumnavigating a bull or two during various 4.5 hour episodes. He will return to his home soon enough, a new job in the health industry and his tribe await him.

The Cote Vermeille, Southern France

The Cote Vermeille, Southern France

In the End
Well and truly alive, the spirits of these two fellows truly shine and re-affirm for me that there is always another story that peers out from just beneath the surface.

How will your story read at the end of this year?