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TT Fall 09 – Happy as a Pig in ***t

October 22, 2009 at 7:03 am in Matts Hot Travel Tips, Media, On The Street | Please subscribe!

Bikram Yoga Teacher Training – Fall 09 is in the 3rd week, so congratulations to all the students who made it to the Las Vegas torture chamber! For those of us who haven’t been, we can only try and imagine what it might be like, physically and mentally and emotionally.

I’ve met a few yogis in my travels who are currently at Fall 09 Teacher Training and I’ve asked if they would like to write a few words in the coming weeks. I’m not interested in gossip, rumours or exposing the students to judgment, so the guest posts will of course be anonymous, providing just a snapshot of what’s going on in their head, heart or body at that moment in time. So here goes…

Aztec sculpture - Museum of Anthropology MexicoTeacher training week 1

Having worked up to this moment for the last two years I was full of all sorts of emotions as I landed in Las Vegas.  I’d spoken to so many people and heard so many stories that I really didn’t know what to think.   I’d heard how they try and brain wash you, how they will test you and make it as hard as possible, find your weak spots, and work away at them.  And all of this is true and I’m sure will become much more so as the weeks go by.   What people didn’t talk about so much, was just how bloody great the training is. They didn’t tell me just how amazing Bikram is.  His energy, his charisma, his sense of humour (thought I was going to choke laughing in Rabbit pose the other day as he was talking about women and PMS).  More than all of that, they didn’t tell me just how amazing he is as a teacher and a leader generally.  Watching him listen to hundreds of people recite Half Moon and hearing him say just what everyone needed to hear was qutie inspiring.  They also didn’t say much about his spirituality which I think oozes from every pore.  And that’s just Bikram.  Rajeshree has been an absolute delight, her soothing voice (with steely determination running beneath it) and her incredible warmth.  We have been told time and time again to just ‘trust the process’ and at this point in time I really do, more so that I ever thought I would.  I get what they are trying to do and how they are trying to do it and I do think it will work.  I think there will be times when I will want to leave and go home, cry and never watch another Bollywood movie in my life but I am sure it works and I am as happy as a pig in ***t.

 

Never challenge a Viking in jest!

July 21, 2009 at 7:27 am in Matts Hot Travel Tips, Yoga Practice | Please subscribe!

“You’re all talk when it comes to a back to back class Matt” says Emma from Dubai. Well finally…

Joshua & MineWith Mine Taylan (Bikram Yoga Malmo studio owner) and her husband, Joshua returning from advanced teacher training, I was eager to meet them for the first time and booked in for Mine’s Swedish 8am class on Sunday. Erik suggested I take Joshua’s at 10:30 since his was in English but I’d decided to take Mine’s first, as a mark of respect.

“Why don’t we do both then?” challenging Erik to back to back classes the next morning. Erik worked nights and planned a yoga free weekend so I was sure he would balk at a double. That would be a no! The more he mused, the more he liked the idea, “plus it would be a good welcome home to Mine and Joshua”, he offered.

Hot travel tip #2: Never challenge a Viking in jest!

3 AmigosGetting home at 1am in the morning we jumped online, booking Erik in to the 8am class. With only one place available for the 10:30, I strategically convinced Erik he should sign up (my escape clause) and I would try my luck on the day. We then fueled up: 2 beef steaks for Erik, 2 salmon fillets for me, both grazing over a mountainous Feta Salad before getting 5hrs shut eye.

I’d heard how good Mine’s classes were: rich, flowing, precise and even beautiful. I wasn’t disappointed, but of course I couldn’t understand a word of it! The Swedish dialogue bypassed consciousness and I was swept along one of my most relaxed, yet powerful classes to date. As we sculled coconut water and snacked on fruit after the first class, we convinced Gwendolyn to join us for the double. With Erik’s suggestion, we lined our mats together in the front row, and moved as one, synchronizing our movements in and out of the postures throughout the second class. I’ve never thought to do this before but you can definitely feel the combined energy when you flow together.

Fueling up after classJoshua’s class was up there with the best and it’s hard to believe he’s only been teaching since Spring 2008 training. His international English flavoured the dialogue with trusted knowledge and good humour, although by camel pose my lump was in the wrong place and I slowed a little before the final savasana, bathing in the sweat bath that remained around our mats. Yeah.. ewgh!

Did I receive the energy that’s proclaimed after a double? I’m not quite sure what I  felt. As we rode home, I was neither electrified or exhausted, perhaps hovering somewhere in between. We (read Erik) did however have the energy to whip up a huge shrimp pasta with a couple of traditional Swedish shrimp sandwiches for good measure. Would I do a back to back again? You betchya, the food rocked!

 

You idiot!

April 21, 2009 at 7:46 am in Matts Hot Travel Tips, On The Street | Please subscribe!

I’ve moved again, finding myself on another mound in “the sandpit” an expression often heard amongst the expats of Dubai. I shouldn’t knock this place but I have to as it shows (a) Dubai is not the best in the world at everything, and (b) I’m more of a freak than even I thought. Here’s the nightmare I had getting to class from my old ‘hood..

In keeping with my “Go Green” policy (catching public transport wherever possible), I left home at 2pm walking a half hour to the nearest bus stop on route to the 4pm class. I waited in the air conditioned fish tank come bus stop, swapping stories with migrant workers as the bus service, again played the joker of Dubai. After 1.5 hours an exodus began and I was offered to share a taxi but I stayed in principle, finally climbing aboard a bus and arriving at Club Stretch some 30 mins late for the 4pm class. Serenity now!

You think I could have let it go during Kevin’s blissfully exhausting 6pm class, but no! I declined a lift home and after comforting myself with a large plate of rice noodles, I decided to walk to see if I could beat the bus. I nonchalantly set off on my adventure, dodging speeding traffic where no sidewalks existed, crossing through 8 unavoidable construction sites and inhaling more dirt than a week of Kapalbhati breathing would ever expel. I finally walked through the door some 2hrs later at 11:30pm… But I did beat the bus and proudly walked the beat again to yoga the next day!

Matt’s Hot Travel Tip #2:

When it looks a long way on the map, it probably is. When you can sense trouble ahead, you’re probably right. When you’re knee deep in pig headed, principle pie one day, don’t be silly enough to order a slice the next because no amount of radox salts in the bath will soothe your aching body or silly ego!

 

Only 10 minutes..

April 12, 2009 at 5:44 am in Matts Hot Travel Tips, On The Street | Please subscribe!

I’ve moved to my third home in Dubai in 11 days and the first thing one must do is set out on foot, looking for the cheapest supermarket, quaint family run restaurant and cafe serving the finest coffee.

It must be the weathered, exhausted look on a travelers face when asking how long to the closest market/cafe/restaurant that a ‘local’ feels responsible to offer a moments gratification by saying “only ten minutes”.

I walk for perhaps an hour along a 2ft wide unfinished pavement, dodging speeding traffic, salivating at the promise of a cheap Arabic restaurant or cafe to rest my weary legs, chill and reflect on my day. Finally at the end of the yellow-brick (read sandy) road I chuckle at yet another polished high rise, lego land village and squinting towards the end of the courtyard I spy.. a Spinnies supermarket, Italian cuisine and wait for it… a starbucks!

I give up and purchase bread, crunchy peanut butter, baked beans and a half dozen eggs. I negotiate my own way home, between construction and skyscrapers trying to keep all 58 floors of my new home in view. My internal compass is usually on the money but with the rapidly disappearing Dirhams from my money clip the needle strength rivals that of my left knee trying to lock during Standing Head to Knee Pose and I wonder if I’ll get back before midnight.

Alas, in the last 50 meters I find a short cut through the construction site and as I leap over a 4ft wide x 6ft deep trench clutching my shopping bag, visions of laying at the bottom in a perfect egg encrusted Savasana flash before my wide eyes.

Matt’s Hot Travel Tip #1:

When you’re sharing an apartment with air crew, never try to gulp a quick mouthful of orange juice from the fridge.. they can be away for a very long time!