After a pretty good nights sleep, breakfast tastes good. Porridge is a great way of getting today’s energy up.
Katja goes of to Ashtanga class while I pre-pack for the trek. I see I’ve over-packed back home and loose a couple of shorts and a set of trousers that’s hopefully not needed. We’ll be able to load off 10 kg each to the sherpas and I need to sort what to carry myself. Continue reading →
Katja can’t get enough yoga. She gets up at 6:30 to attend the hotel’s offered class at 7. Continue reading →
Les teaches at ten in Ubud. A one hour plus drive from here. Up and away then. Continue reading →
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*_ Continue reading →
Katja is up and spend time on the terrace reading, watching the sun rise and getting ready for class.
They will do native American chants this morning. Right. Not my cup of tea, but then again, I’m not the one doing the class. Continue reading →
So it’s the first Sunday in the course and Katja’s day off. You would think she didn’t want any yoga today right?
Wrong! Continue reading →
A week already. Hard to believe how fast the time flies by. Tomorrow Katja starts her teacher training. Continue reading →
We are falling into the routine of Bali, Ubud and yoga.
Katja is insatiable and get up early to do the seven or eight o’clock classes. Today she did the seven o’clock and I meet up with her at nine to do the Power yoga class with Carlos. Continue reading →
We plan to do different classes in the morning. I’m heading to Tight Guy yoga class. Sounds about right to me.
Katja start her class at ten, I at ten thirty. Since mine is just an hour long we’ll finish at the same time and go from there. Continue reading →
After a good night’s sleep we go down to the breakfast we know all too well. Katja made oatmeal in the room and we order the standard egg and toast breakfast for me. Continue reading →