After a normal morning I go down to the barn to do Vinyasa flow with Bex, but it’s full. Whatta..?I’m on good terms with the ladies in the reception but I get the signal that it’s full already. Damn, I’m twenty minutes early for class, but it’s really getting into high season here now. Then someone changes their mind and I get called back to the counter. Whoopy, I’m the last one to get in. Not that the room itself is full yet, since a lot hang about after signing up for class. I get a good spot and have a great class. Bex is absolutely one of my favorite teachers. She has a grace and a presence that few others match. She makes the hardest poses look effortless, but gives guys like me options to work with when it’s way out of my reach to make the pose. I did a little yoga back home before going on this trip, but there’s only one other back home I’ve trained with that makes thing look this easy.
After class I get to say hello to Katja but I’m soaking wet and need to get back home and take a shower. It’s OK to train in cotton fabric as long as you constantly produce heat, but it sucks afterwards when it gets cold. Yes, it do get cold in wet clothes, even here on Bali. At least now that I find the Bali temperature to be soothingly chill compared to the heat we’ve experienced other places.
I spend the afternoon at home doing nothing, really. I had hope to train a lot of Pencak Silat while here in Bali, but my trainer is busy with people already in his system. It would be pretty egoistic to demand priority over them. That leaves me with reading, looking at Netflix I have made work through VPN on the iPad and watching the downloaded videos of technical nature.
At 15:00 I have a telephone conversation with one of the top managers at my company back home. There’s a lot of re-organazing going on and I got to know what he could tell me up to this point. He also talked about possible positions he need to fill and when they will be available for application. Very nice of him indeed to make sure I don’t miss out on these positions that will be handled and filled in the coming week or so.
Katja got home, jumped in the shower and then we’re ready to go out for dinner. More or less the whole group is getting together for dinner, since it is Greysons last dinner before leaving for the course, last so we head over to Takso. It’s a really nice place they have reserved for us up on the third floor. There’s lots of hugging and sharing thoughts and feelings. Living as close as this crew has done for almost 4 weeks makes for bonds stronger than it’s possible to imagine. Everyone is tired though, so there’s no staying out late to night either. We get back on the bike and head home. I don’t envy Jenny who’s training for a marathon at the same time as she’s doing this course. Tomorrow early morning she “only” have 5 miles to go, before the yoga starts at 08:00. Godspeed, Jenny.
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