Some days it’s just so hard to get up in morning. No, not all days, only some… _*Hides the crossed fingers behind my back*_ I do get up eventually, but not in time for the 10 o’clock class. Well, not that I slept until 10, but my daily routines demand breakfast, a lot of coffee and then time to react to the coffee. That means I’m up 1,5 hours before I need to leave for training. But since there’s a Yin class at 11 I’m all set and can take all the time I need this morning.

The guys down at breakfast just register I’m there and bring me the usual. There’s no need to order anymore. They even blend a fresh juice with no sugar for me every morning. Gotta love these guys.

The Yin class was brilliant. Probably the best stretching yoga session yet. The teacher was new, to me at least, and did a phenomenal job in explaining and making sure we got into the poses correctly. We spend about 5 minutes in each pose, and the it’s crucial that you’re correct in your alignment to get the benefits and avoid the injuries.

I briefly meet up with Katja and get a USB disk that contains the video from the class they all taught together. I bring it home and copy it while getting ready to head out again. Back to the barn to deliver the USB drive, then head for the babi guling place. The traffic is insane. I know I’ve said that before, but this is the worst yet. The way I’m driving, like a local, makes me wanna sign up for driving lessons back home. On the sidewalk, between the cars and always smiling. Guess the only way we don’t pass these cars are straight through. But all flows like a slow river and I get down to my favorite place. The ladies smiles and brings me two portions. Oh heavenly pork.

I take the back road homewards, but even here it’s a lot of traffic. When I get to Ubud there’s chaos everywhere and police are trying to guide the traffic in the major crossings. They are failing miserably. Much because they wave through us on the bikes all the time, and even to many bikes are to many bikes and therefor clog up the intersection.

I manage to get through town and down to Hubud. I still have some time left here and spend it updating the picture headers on this blog. You might have noticed that there are random images on the top of the page each time it’s refreshed. This is cut-outs from our uploaded pictures and manually cut and placed in a stack. A boring job, but it has to be done.

I get back home around 17 and watch a little TV while waiting for Katja. Getting Netflix to work on this s#itty internet connection is nothing short of a miracle, but a lifesaver non the same. Going by VPN through Canada (best response) gives a good selection to.

Katja get’s in, we go out. A little shopping to do, of course. Poor lady must be mentally starved out of her mind not being able to shop at will because of the class. We drive around a little, but park the bike at the hotel and walk to dinner. No homework today makes her relax a little and we talk a bout life, universe and everything, surf and just hang out until it’s night time.

“Every living being is an engine geared to the wheel-work of the universe. Though seemingly affected only by its immediate surrounding, the sphere of external influence extends to infinite distance.”