Well, so much for the much-anticipated lie-in… Despite new sheets, I slept fitfully and, as predicted, was woken at 5am by the orchestration of chanting (the bass line), muezzin (the melody) and Danny the dog howling (harmonies of sorts) – apparently from time to time he likes to provide enthusiastic accompaniment to the call theContinueContinue reading “Elvis legs”
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Return of the monsoon
Today I learnt that hareem pants are not good in a downpour – whoever said the rainy season had finished here has a lot to answer for… We were having lunch on the street with 25p man again (his pakoras are so amazing!) when we heard ominous rumbles that were definitely not emanating from ourContinueContinue reading “Return of the monsoon”
Home sweet home
Today I thought I’d describe our new digs and our new home town. We’re staying in one of the five rooms at Yoga Mandira (I learnt that mandira means temple). It’s a lovely old-style building with a yoga hall at its centre, a shared kitchen, a communal seating area and an outdoors café to theContinueContinue reading “Home sweet home”
Puja and pranayama
Today, the yoga bungalow where we’re staying was decked out in its finery ready for puja, which is a kind of Hindu offering ceremony, and we were all invited. The offering was made to the Hindu gods Lakshi (goddess of wealth and good fortune) and Ganesh (remover of obstacles) in order to help bring successContinueContinue reading “Puja and pranayama”
And so it begins…
This morning we attended our first class with Vijay Kumar. We were in the second batch at 6:30am – the first one begins at 4:45am. Obviously the second session is heaving as, for most people, 4:45am is not a time that exists, except for back in the day when we could still party all night.ContinueContinue reading “And so it begins…”
Wussy westerners
We seem to have fallen on our feet with our accommodation. The owner, Prashanth, is a yoga student of BNS Iyengar – not to be confused with the recently deceased legend that is BKS Iyengar. Both BNS and BKS Iyengar were students of Krishnamacharya (that must have made for confusement in class) and BNS IyengarContinueContinue reading “Wussy westerners”
Frond yoga arrives in Mysore
So, I am finally in Mysore, after the surreal experience of spending eleven hours in a weird artificial limbo in the sky then being plonked down unceremoniously somewhere utterly different from when I was last on solid ground. To me, flying long-haul really is a strange form of travel, almost like some kind of darkContinueContinue reading “Frond yoga arrives in Mysore”
frond yoga with Rebecca May 