It’s late and I can feel the soporific stodge of chapattis and the guilty warmth of red wine swilling around my stomach (we’re just back from a leaving do). Bed is looking veeery comfortable right now.
I had big intentions to write up today’s shala conference notes and perhaps provide a few gems from the advanced experiential anatomy course I’m currently on. However, this clearly isn’t going to happen – these days one third of a glass of wine is enough to cease coordination in my fingers…
So instead, I will fall back on this cache of weird and wonderful signs that I’ve noticed and photographed during my time here. Enjoy… Zzzzzzz… 🙂
No one was paying any attention to this – possibly the noisiest room ever.
Female chucky dolls only (target audience).
Again, just a bizarre sign for the loo.
Bit faint, but it clearly says that you can take your elephant on the train for 60 quid.
National pride.
Interesting way to sell food.
Putting us pesky humans in our place.
As if you would?!
Main Beach, Gokarna – one of the busiest bathing beaches in the area.
Pretty sure what I won’t be ordering…
One word: futile.
frond yoga with Rebecca May 