Rain with a chance of leopard

We speed along the muddy pot holed tracks at a rapid rate and it feels like some pretty violent turbulence on a plane. It also reminds me of the first time I was out of control in a Mogul field on a ski trip, not much fun but glad to be alive. The pouring rain…

I literally just paid someone to half drown me

I had no idea the soles of my feet could touch the back of my head and if it wasn’t for the fact that my chin was scuffing along the seabed at the same time I might have been impressed. To add insult to injury, as I emerge from the sea like an 80 year…

Choose wisely, grasshopper

It’s the last day of the retreat today, last day of relaxing with nothing to do but yoga and free time, let’s enjoy this last bit of calm before going back out to reality. No, that would be too sensible, let’s fit in as many activities as possible! We start with a 0600 hrs reveille…

Herding cats and dogs

Picture the scene if you will, 12 adults of differing ages and abilities, different needs and wants, all going on a trek. Sounds simple, ever tried to herd cats? We start the trek from the Villa towards the lake and within the first 500m we have already lost one individual to a group of dogs…

Cleaning lady 3 – Zoe 0

It’s day 3 here now and we are well into routine, the only thing that scuppers it slightly is the cleaning lady. Every day she comes to clean in the mornings and turn the bed down at nights. She obviously has a set routine but there is now a battle of wills as to where…

I’ve got sore hips and I cannot lie

Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk to you again. It’s been a while since I’ve been here but Simon and Garfunkel are alive and well in my head right now. We’ve completed a chakra workshop, a back bend workshop and we have also done heart openers but the hip workshop is defo…

Yoga Spy

On the first night we were introduced to several people, most of whom I had forgotten straight away so the morning started with some polite nods and smiles. The first yoga session wasn’t to bad despite being 2 hours long. Our instructor was mindful we had all had long journeys to get there so we…

Yoga prison, return of the reluctant yogi

We arrive at the retreat after what has to be the smoothest of journeys, no hold ups at all, everything went well and the greeting at Rukgala did not disappoint. We were treated with friendly faces and a fresh king coconut to drink with a bamboo straw. A deliciously fresh vegan lunch awaited our arrival…

Next stop, yoga prison

The journey from Colombo to Kandy by train is simple enough once you know how. Our tickets have been bought by a company that provide a taxi and train ticket service throughout the country, so the challenging part is complete. We arrive as directed, 30 mins early, although I’m not sure why. With my limited…

A small break, oui, mon ami

As I sit in the hotel restaurant I would not be at all surprised if Hercule Poirot came in for a leisurely breakfast and to read the paper. Once again I find myself in Sri Lanka, going back for some more yoga and a break away from all the craziness that being at home brings….

Stop the plane, I wanna get off

This time last year I swore I wasn’t going to do it again, but here I am, soaking up the lack of space, sub optimal food and random movies on board a long haul flight. Sri Lanka is a beautiful destination but it’s a good 14 hour flight away and I think I forgot that…

No room for two in the loo

I like a window seat on a plane for 2 reasons, Firstly because I’m nosey and I like to look out, even when there is nothing to look at. Secondly I’m not the biggest fan of flying so being able to see that the wing is still there is comforting to me. There is a…

Hindsight is a wonderful thing

Sometimes I wear my noise cancelling headphones just so people won’t talk to me, sometimes it works and sometimes, not so much. It gives me space to think about things, again sometimes that’s good, sometimes……. I’m thinking about what I would do if I went to yoga prison and Sri Lanka again. Would I do…

No beer holiday and a crabby sunset

I am a polite person most of the time, but every now and then my resting bitch face gives away my true feelings. When we arrived at the hotel, which I thought was walking distance to the beach and it wasn’t, I said it was ok but I was really sad. My face gave me…

The break on this side of the car isn’t working

It was good to know that the guy on the scooter in front of us had washed his clothes this morning and I like the fact that he has a funny shaped mole on the back of his arm. Thing is, I’d rather not know this kind of stuff about a complete stranger whilst we…