The markets in Morocco are an assault on the senses, a concoction of vibrant colours and powerful smells. Animals and people alike seem to emerge from behind the stalls and if you don’t know where you’re going, it’s easy to get led astray! Luckily, we have come to know many of the food stall- holders and with our legendary taxi driver, Ali the Great, we can get in and get out without too much distraction. But even still, each shopping expedition feels like a mission!
Yoga Teacher Training, Rudraprayeg, India - February - March 2013
Heading North East, up towards the Indian/Pakistani borders, a cohort of five mini buses drove for sixteen hours along the most lethal roads imaginable. Overtaking on mountain passes doesn’t seem to faze the Indian drivers, who just stick there fists on the horns and go for it! There never seems to be any peace driving in India, as everyone is constantly beeping, even when there are no other cars on road!
Arriving late at night, we all fell into bed, too tired to fully absorb our surroundings. But when I awoke the next morning and opened my bedroom door, the sight was breathtaking. The sun was coming up and I was looking down onto a yoga platform, overlooking the ganges, flowing in full force.