Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts

Tuesday, 8 September 2015

TWO YEARS!

First off this is a hard blog to write... How do I condense everything that has happen and all the amazing people I have met and how I have grown and changed and everything that I have learned over the past two years into a readable blog post?! I am really not sure, so I am going to keep it short and sweet.

Thursday, 13 August 2015

Living Room Yoga

One of the best things about being a liftie and living in Winter Camp reality is the group of people I work with. Almost everyone is traveling and is just here for the winter so everyone is really open to new friends and having an good time. It's fun to have so many down to earth people with similar interests all working and getting to know each other.

Monday, 25 May 2015

Friday, 28 November 2014

Farewell India

I am headed back to Australia today! I don't really know how to write this post because India has been CRAZY. Maybe I'll have a better perspective to understand all of my experiences here once I've left. But in a few words India has been crazy, wonderful, challenging, weird, life-changing, eye-opening, difficult, exhausting, sad, funny and beautiful. 

I want to thank everyone that I have met along the way, it's been so amazing to make new friends. Thanks to everyone that has made India amazing (especially Carl I couldn't have done it without you). I'm thankful to yoga for bringing me here because honestly before I came here it wasn't on my list of places to travel. But I'm so happy I did come because I have had so many laughs, seen so many beautiful things, met people I will be friends with for a very long time and I'm definitely a better person now (I've been joking with Carl that everytime I have taken a freezing cold shower or after an especially long difficult bus ride that it makes me a better person). I have enjoyed India more than I thought I would (low expectations people, low expectation is the key to happiness).

I've learned a lot in the past three months and I'm so happy I came to India but I can honestly say I'm really looking forward to being back in Australia. I can't wait for baby cuddles from Ripley and Taylor. I can't wait to see my friends and hang out on the beach. I'm excited to share my travel stories in person with everyone. It will be nice to be able to truly appreciate a hot shower, fast wifi, electricity that doesn't go out, and a fresh salad with raw veggies. I'm also really excited to be invisible, just another white person among other white people; no one staring at me or people asking for pictures all the time.

I'm sad I'll be missing the holidays with my family back in Colorado again. It's been so long since I've seen them and I would love to spend December skiing and eating food with the people I love and miss most in the world. But alas, I must spend it drinking beers on the beach and taking adorable children to the park. 

Are you looking forward to anything? The holidays, seeing family, a vacation?

will continue to blog and keep you updated about my life in Australia and my upcoming move to New Zealand. Keep in touch and happy holidays everyone :)

Here are some photos from India. 
Some of the yogis 
On the way to Leh
Leh
Dal Lake, Srinagar 
Manali 
On top of the world
The golden temple
Carl just being Carl <3
My yogi friend Siobhan in cakrasana (wheel pose)
And The Taj
❤️Cawa



Monday, 24 November 2014

Goa

I found the hostel we are staying at in Goa out of pure laziness. Our movie star friends from the Bollywood soap opera set mentioned that they would be staying a Jungle Hostel in Vagator beach. I had no clue about the difference between the 20ish beaches that make up Goa and had no desire to read the vast amount of material about Goa in the guide book. So I just copied our friends and we headed to the Jungle Hostel once we got off the plane from Mumbai. It was a great decision. We kept extending our stay by one day, then two days and finally we just booked the rest of the week (and our time in India) here.
They don't have seagulls on beach in India but they do have cows
And in restaurants...
The hostel has beds for 45 people. Each of the dorm rooms has between 4 and 6 beds. The owners are always around working and hanging out with the guests. Breakfast in the morning is included with our room. There is a great indoor/outdoor common area where people relax on hanging chairs and mats on floor. We have been cooking up huge amounts of veggies for lunch. Carl and I both like to cook and we haven't had access to a kitchen for two and half months. Its been so nice to be able to cook up fresh veggies which we buy down the street for around 100 rupees ($1.50). 

There are a lot of Russians in Goa (and apparently Russian mafia that brings in drugs, among other things) some of the Indian people selling stuff on the beach and working in the shops don't speak English but speak prefect Russian. In some areas all the signs are in Russian. 
The other backpackers turn into friends quickly. Both the Canadian girls and the Australia boys that we met working as extras ended up staying at the hostel so when we arrived it already felt like home. 

Let me tell you, the whole hostel is in love with Carl. The Australian boys are especially in love with him. Whenever we return to the hostel and or run into people out and about there are always shouts and warm greetings of "Carlito!" "The legend has arrived!" "Carl man, how ya doing man!" It's okay, I don't take it personally that a bunch of 20 something boys like Carl more than me.... But seriously who wouldn't love Carl, he is hilarious, happy, completely himself and he really knows how to live life.
Volleyball on the beach
Goa has been a great way to wrap up our India trip. Who can complain about watching the sunset set on the beach every evening and swimming in the ocean everyday. Carl did a photo shoot with one of our instant friends from the hostel and the pictures are truly amazing.

The hostel was organizing a yoga class on the first day we arrived. Carl volunteered me to teach the class (since I was too shy to volunteer myself). The owners quickly painted the roof, put in a railing, and bought yoga mats for the class the next morning.
Yoga class on the roof of the hostel
I was a really nervous for the first class but it will well. Its been so great to get some practice teaching. I have taught a beginners class most morning. Between 8 to 3 people have been attending the class. I am feeling a little less nervous and more prepared to teach some free classes in Manly.  

My friend and one of my roommates during my yoga teacher training, Siobhan just arrived in Goa. She is staying at the hostel with us. She has been traveling around India as well. It's so great to see her again! 

Only a couple more days in India! Thanks again to Carl for taking all the pictures!


Wednesday, 12 November 2014

You are in India No. 2!


I received a lot of reponses from people that enjoyed the You are in India! blog post where I discussed daily details and gave my insights on the strange things that constantly happen in India. So here is You are in India 2.
Oh these little boys :)
The People
Indian people are usally very helpful. Whenever we ask for directions (if the person knows where we want to go) they will usually walk us there. It can feel like they have alternative moitves for their help however. They will give us directions but then tell us to have a look at their "very nice pashmina scarfs" or try to pick us up in their rickshaw later.

Also it appears like Indian people don't like to directly say no. If they don't know the answer or the answer is no they will say yes but do this head wobble thing. You might be familiar with it. The head wobble is the universal sign for "yes no maybe." I have a theory that since there are so many people in India and there is so much competition for business people selling stuff or providing a service they never want to say no because they don't want to lose a customer. So they have developed the head wobble in order to be purposefully vague, they never have to say no and of course confuse foreigners.
Crossing a bridge is never easy in india
We have experienced that Indian people don't usually tell you something unless you ask. And you have to ask the right question as well. When we went on the treks we had to ask very detailed questions. When trying to find a bus you have to ask a lot of different people where or if there is a bus going to your destination. You can ask someone at a ticket counter if there is a bus to Delhi and they will say "No. No bus to Delhi" like there are no buses to Delhi anywhere. But what they mean is "No bus to Delhi"... at this ticket counter. They probably won't know where the counter to buy tickets to Delhi is either, because why would they, they only work and spend all day at the bus station. Also we are definitely the first people to ask this question. However, if you ask the exact right question and phrase it perfectly it's like magic, the person won't even do the head wobble, will smile and take you where you need to go.

Most people we interact with speak english. Their english sometimes isn't great and to be fair my hindi is really really terrible (I dont know how to say anything). Most of the time we don't have a problem with language differences.

India people generally ask what country we are from after talking to us for a while. While they have all heard of the US, most don't seem to know Colorado, which is to be expected. One yoga instuctor did know Boulder because he has a friend living there. A lot of people seem to have a relative living in the US or Australia but haven't been to either places themselves. Most people are completely confused when I tell them I worked as a nanny, even when I say childcare they seem baffled. I have never seen a sign for childcare or daycare likely because the women stay home with the children traditionally. Carl has started changing his career everytime someone asks him, which is starting to seem like a brilliant idea.  
Kiddos  :)
We have met tourist and travelers from everywhere: Europe, Canada, South America, China, Israel. There are definitely more Americans traveling in India than Australia...just doing their own version of Eat, Pray, Love.

How much stuff do I have? I have a large backpack and a small day pack. Its nice to have the small backpack for bus rides and treks. During bus rides I put my big backpack underneath and keep the little one filled with snacks, a travel pillow and my sleeping bag with me. In regards to theft it feels safer compared to my experience in Peru and Carl's experience in Central and South America. We have not experienced people trying to steal or pickpocket us on the bus or the street. Instead they just overcharge and try to scam forigeners.
Moving on
Me with my stuff
Things I brought here: clothes for yoga, shoes, (because the shoes I bought in australia for $5 broke, who would of thought?) gifts for people which is mostly art and jewelry and a small electric kettle so I can boil water and make tea in our crappy hotel rooms. It cost $8 including the mini metal mugs and has brought me so much joy.
Hot water anytime!
 Carl bought a fire staff because it was really cheap and there was suppose to be fire performances at a music festival we went to in Manali. It turned out to be the worst music festival in history so there were no performances, just terrible stabby music. But still the staff is great for protecting us against monkeys, dogs and cows  (this is only in theory though because luckily we have not actually had to fight any animals or people for that matter).

Money
I have only used my card to buy anything once. Most places only accept cash. I withdrawl money from ATMs. There are  bank run ATMs in most of the city centers. I usually withdrawl about $200 (10,000 rupees) at a time, my bank in Australia chargers me a small conversion fee, it can't really be avoided, or that what I tell myself, so whatever. The ATM usually gives me 500 rupee bills which are annoying because alot of places don't have change but its not a problem most of the time.

Drinking
Indians seem to love bad whiskey. It is usually Irish whiskey mixed with Indian grain alcohol. A 750ml bottle of this "very nice indian whiskey" costs around 450 rupees or $8. A bottle of imported whiskey would cost more like 1500-2000 rupees, around $30. Have you heard about that nice wine region in south India? Yea, neither have I because it doesn't exist. Indian wine is generally bad, most bottles are around $10 but you can find some for less and alot more. Kingfisher beer is the most common Indian beer, its costs about  $2 for a large bottle.

Weed
In the Kullu Valley (where I did my yoga teacher training) pot was natural growing everywhere. Pretty sure the local villagers weren't smoking it though. I have no idea how much Indias are smoking and I don't know the laws around it either. Hash was big with tourist in Manali and some people were smoking in restaurants there. Pot doesn't seem to be that common anywhere else in India, maybe in Goa though. Since I don't smoke its not something I know a lot about but someone was curious, so I thought you might be too. It's not that difficult to run into an other tourist that knows about Colorado's legalization.

Clothes
In India legs and shoulders are apparently scandalous. Stomachs not so much. Women wearing saris show there stomach sometimes. While at the ashram I was required to wear baggy pants and my shirts had to have sleeves; no tank tops. All the women were required to wear a salwar kameez when walking around the village which is baggy pants and dress. While not at the ashram and just  walking around I like to have my legs and shoulders covered. I wear leggings or tight pants but I'll put a dress on over. In Kashmir I felt I needed to cover up more and wore my scarf covering my hair. I have seen some forigen women wearing shorts but I wouldn't feel comfortable in shorts myself.
So pretty
Such a pretty dress and just your casual cow on a bridge

The Indian women's outfits match prefectly and look so pretty in the bright colors. Meanwhile everytime I put on a salwar kameez I immediately feel and look like a overweight Midwestern soccer mom in her pajamas.
This picture does NOT convey how bad I look in a salwar kameez 
Welp. There it is. If you have any questions about anything please ask!
Monkey eating a banana because: why not?

Friday, 7 November 2014

The Beatles -- Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Ashram

Okay, I'm going to be honest. Rishikesh, the yoga capital of world, is my least favorite place in India so far. The city is big and spread out and difficult to walk around. There are no rickshaws on the east side of the Ganges river and that's where all the guest houses and hotels are. It's super touristy but there are very few restaurants and even fewer good restaurants. Everyone is forced together with all the cows, dogs, monkeys, and motorbikes all sharing the small sidewalks and bridges. There seems to be more flies and cow shit on the street than anywhere else we have been in India. Our hotel is in the Swarg Ashram area and we haven't been a lot of places around Rishikesh (because it so hard to get anywhere) so I don't know if other areas are nicer. 

The best part is the abandoned Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Ashram where the Beatles stayed during their time in Rishikesh. Carl describes our adventure beautifully "Today we scaled the back wall to the abandoned Maharishi Ashram in Rishikesh. The Beatles arrived here in 1968 and much of the White album was birthed here. It was magical to explore this decaying place being eaten by the jungle surrounded by the spirits of the Beatles. The essence of time and transcendence inhabiting every step as butterflies danced from flower to flower. We heard "Black Bird" in the distance and stumbled upon a man bringing the magic of the Beatles to our ears. After finding the magnificent shrine room and Beatles house we escaped back the way we came over the wall and through the jungle back to town. Love is all you need is love."

The pictures are much better at communicating the magical time we had than I can describe so I will let them speak for themselves.
The back gate...
The forest outside the ashram 
Over the wall...

Breaking the rules!
Magical secret garden 
These purple flowers were growing everywhere 
Ashram building 
I'm a fairy!
Pathway to a mediation hall
Mediation area 
Love is all there is
Building 
Forest trying to eat building 

Doors/windows 
View from top of the big building 
Inside the same building 
Oh hey, giant spidy 
Little  house things 
Building where The Beatles stayed
Top  of The Beatles house
View from the Beatles  house 
Free concert 
He played 5 or 6 songs  from the white album 
The Cathedral 
The story...

Maharshi mahesh yogi
Art
More art
Yogananda 
The gurus 
Art
Blackbird 

A little video with some archival footage of The Beatles at the ashram (Thanks Dennis).

Love you all. I hope everyone is well.