We had a highly entertaining class on Sunday. Entertaining because if I had closed my eyes and listened to the all the moaning, panting and groaning I could have imagined myself in a swingers club, not Bikram Yoga Mexico – Lomas studio. I cant judge though, because I remember in my early days of practice, I was even told to shut up during one particularly challenging class and I’m only just managing to real in my heavy breathing now. But it’s great to lose it in class occasionally, laughing so hard and wondering if you’ll ever be able to regain you composure!
A great start to our day and after a quick lunch, Mafra took Santiago (also a Bikram teacher at BYM), Veronika and I to see the Pyramids of Teotihuacan! We didn’t have that much time to take it all in but managed to walk along the Avenue of the Dead to the Pyramid of the Sun which we climbed and posed for a few pictures before the archaeological site closed for the day. Thanks Mafra!!
The photos unfortunately aren’t that clear due to some raindrops on the lens effecting the focus.. oh well, a good excuse to go back for an in depth look.
As fate would have it, Bikram Yoga Barcelona closed its doors for maintenance 13 – 16 August. Smack bang in the middle of my 30 day challenge… nice!
She goes on to say that after her Bikram Yoga class she checked out my blog which just happened to be 
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Getting 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.
Joshua’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!
But amongst the blues, I had my best class (in like, forever) on Sunday: an 8am session guided by Allison Wong Toi, a Bikram teacher hailing all the way from New Zealand! Allison teaches with just the right mix of strength & grace, spiking her dialogue with energetic inflections when her flock stray. Before class, Allison greets, relaxes and stimulates us in a gentle apéritif, fortifying us for the class ahead, which I’ve found unique to 
So where have I been? Simply, satisfyingly and selfishly, taking time out. Not from yoga, in fact I’ve added another flavour, to the cone of contention: should I practice another form of yoga, would I hinder or help my progress, silence or serve the critics and throw the essence of my trip in question? Well, who freakin cares! I was curious, wanted it, needed it. So when Erik asked me if I’d like to practice some 
Who’s this Erik guy anyway? I met Erik Persson (yogi & drummer for 
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