Back to Thailand, where a new chapter begins

Waking up from a long dream I found myself again on Qatar Airways' flight to Bangkok. What a year! I earned a lot, but I had to wake up, because this time I want to settle down, menaning a job, what I choose, and a place where I want to live long term. In order to do that I need a clear mind. Isn't it the best way I could relax? Thailand, Cambodia, Indonesia, Malaysia. They sound so exotic. I'm sure I'll find myself on this path.

So I locked my safety belt, listened to the safety demonstration and enjoyed my 2 free seats beside me. Isn't it better then first class? Such a big space for the almost 6 hours long journey! And again, I'm thankful for my life that I could afford such wings to fly for my dreams. I was prepared with some reading, music, movies, but nothing came out from my package, just enjoyed letting my frustrations go.

6 hours were just gone, we landed in Doha, the capital of Qatar. I wish one day I could work there, as it is such a beautiful country - as far as I found out from the airport. I wanted to stay longer in that stunning ariport, where there is no dust, everything is perfectly designed and makes sense. To be honest I wouldn't miss a chance to visit its bathroom (I felt like a queen there!). When I couldn't have been even happier, a handsome guy just stopped me to admire my trousers from India. So I was in heaven. Then I took my seat on the second, bigger plane - again, no neigbours. Yes!

Suddenly, in the middle of the night, and the flight, the charming stewardess brought me a "mate". A girl, with alcohol odour. OMG! I was shocked! Is that serious?! Why did she chose me?! Anyway, my new neigbour didn't seem to be too happy to sit beside me at all, she was really grumpy, and because of the smell I was sure she was drunk. So I had two options.
1.) Ignore her for the rest of the flight.
2.) Welcome her, and see what happens.
I chose the second option, as I couldn't see she will find her place at all. So I put my hand on her shoulder and asked her if she was ok. And she looked at me with her big, innocent blue eyes, which were bagging for sympathy, and without words, she started to cry. That was surprising.
We didn't speak any common language. She was French, speaking only French, which I didn't, so we expressed ourselves with our minimal word-kit learned from the ingredients on tinned fish or a bottle of champagne.
Her name was Zoe. She worked as a nurse and this was her first travel. I bet she was around 24. The reason of her frustration was that her neigbour drank too much, and he poured the last glass of red wine fully on her, covering her denim coat, jeans and spotless white shoes. Everything became pink and smelly. Oh, poor girl. She was crying so hard. I had a spare pair of sandals from Penneys, so I gave it to her. This made her so happy. And I was happy too that my crying alcoholist neigbour turned to be a charming beauty by the end of our journey. We hugged each other and waved goodbye at the Bangkok Airport.

So this is how I landed. My happiness level was already in the sky, and as an extra, someone ran after me at the airport asking for directions which (surprise surprise!) I knew the exact answer for! I was amazed how smart I was. Hahahaha. But that was the end of my success story. Whatever came after this was less funny. Indeed. It was a tragicomedy.

The remaining part of my 300hours training in Goa

Although the group was small, I was extremely lucky to stay on my own on the remaining 100 hours part of my course. All the rest of the people left when they completed their first step, the 200 hours training. There were some difficulties, like my accomodation - obviously it would have been easier for the organisers to handle 20 students, because the prices would drop in this case, but in my case - firstly I moved to a place near to my yoga therapist teacher's, Mahi's studio. The name of the place was "Peace Garden". This peace garden was not peace and not even a garden. It was the heart of the party, which means extremely loud music from 11pm until 4am. Every single day. Even when nobody was around, the owner (or who) was glad to act like a dj, standing at the pult, and just pushing the buttons, speakers on his head, ignoring that people wanted to sleep. So I had to go out and ask him to stop the music or make it a bit more silent. Every single day. I complained to my yoga course people to help me to move to an other place, but first time they said, this is it, and I have to find on my own, in the middle of Christmas holiday, when there is no free place at all around in whole Goa. I was upset because this shouldn't have been my problem. But I understand they might weren't aware of this fact about "Peace Garden". 3 days passed, I tried to find a place, but Mahi, my teacher found one before me. And brought me there. A lovely little house in a silent area. I was very very thankful for that. It reminded me to my weekend house. The walls meet the ground, there is shower, and a room, easy to keep clean. And I also had a little drawer for my small items. Heaven. As he also lived in that area we spoke every day outside of the studio so I had that feeling that I was taken care of. He also invited me to his favourite "restaurant", where we usually discussed many things about yoga. Sometimes he invited me for tea. :-)

So my accomodation sorted, let's see the training itself. Why was it special. Because I was on my own, Mahi could focus only on me, and as a yogi commited to yoga therapy, he was able to show me all type of amendment and correction of the postures. What to do if someone is stiff. How to spot that out. What to do if someone is too flexible. What to do in other cases. If I wasn't assisting, my pen was on fire when I took my notes. I think we worked effectively. In time he allowed me to start and finish the class. And when I finished my training he let me to use his studio when it wasn't occupied. So I could start my own yoga business there. Detox yoga - because of the timing. (Reson of the name: Who does yoga at 10:00 in Goa? Perhaps people with hangover, after previous night partying.) This was a great opportunity, and I'm thankful for that.

One day Mahi told me I will never be a yogi. But before I could have said anything he continued.

I can't be a yogi, because I could be a yogini. He liked these kind of jokes.

Anyway I think his knowledge of the postures is incredible and there is so much more to learn from him. I feel lucky that he was my yoga teacher.

But I can't tell the same of my philosophy teacher... sorry. 

Thanks for Elite Magazine

A very special thing happened in my life. The Hungarian Elite Magazine interviewed me about yoga and published not so long ago. Lots of thanks to Viktoria Tabak for the interview and the patience! <3

Apart from the language it worth to check out... 

here: http://www.elitemagazin.hu/sztarok/a_honap_temaja/jogafanok_2_laszlo_emilia

Saturday Night Market - Arpora

Once you get the chance, hire a scooter or a fancy motorbike to visit the Saturday Night Market a 20 minutes drive away from Arambol, to Arpora.

If you want to socialize, party party all the time, then this is your place. Nice food (I was able to find raw, and glutenfree cakes. Beautiful!!) and yeah, you can also look around among the origin of Goan fashion clothes accessories and hammocks.

The best to go there from 9pm-midnight.

My beloved friends, who I really miss, Ramon and Romissa! <3

Treasure hunt

Tipical Goan hair accessories

Goods

VIP view

Patterns

Pattern behind a pattern

Market

Good place to socialize

Come on, buy my stuff!

Another view of the market

10 things I don't miss from home

North India is different, it will always be the part of my heart. BUT Goa... a little dirty shitty Europe. I emphasis here: I haven't been to south India, only in Goa, so this is not representing, only a little part, Goa.

So what I won't miss from home are the following:

1. Work

Who wants to go back to an endless, meaningless carreer! Try to do something which you really like. Maybe work less than 40 hours per week. Is it possible? Maybe. You have to be smart, but first of all, enjoy that time, don't let it ruin your days/weeks/months/years/life.

2. Hot water

Well, when you have no choice, why worry? At least I'm doing my own skin toning cure. Suprise, but I could cope with that. Pleasant discovery that I'm not a picky princess. hahaha

3. Meat

Interesting part. I heard and I actually agree with the theory that meat is only an option. But nowdays as we have everything (in theory), there is no real need to eat meat. But. And here is the but. I'm more happy to eat trustable meat, which is real. But is it 100%? In India they say, is it a happy cow? :-) No, so rather not to risk. And the other but is that who says we have everything? We have food which looks like real, but also full of chemicals, so its your choice again, who do you believe. Your eyes, your home lab (oh you don't have - that's sucks), or the PR...

4. Chickpeas, beans, lentil

Strange, but at home I got immediate allergic reaction if I eat any of the above, but not in India. Maybe the preservatives...

5. Neverending complaining people

I haven't noticed any during my travel.. ok, one exception. My landlord at my last accomodation.. but apart from them everyone were satisfied with their lives. Respect.

6. Politics

Well, we all know the situation in Europe, so it is nice to not to hear about it when people didn't have anything to say. However the replacing topic was drogs, but hey I was in Goa, what did you expect?!

7. Banana

Indian small banana is the best in the world! When we say "banana" we just think there is only one type, but in India there are many many kinds of bananas, so I really don't miss that boring one. Tasteless compared to the one I had here.

8. Competitive lifestyle

Now I wear an imaginary condom, so nothing can stress me anymore. I can handle it with my best friend: Old Monk Pranayama.

9. Shower cabins

I'm still amazed, even 6 months after I have seen the first one in the ashram in Rishikesh. There is no more hassle around cleaning a frame in the bathroom, they just simply didn't build it in, and when you have a shower, in the same time clean the place, and dry in one second with a wiper. Cooool, smart, efficient, time saver. Love it!

10. Túró Rudi

Again politics... :-) Sorry Viktor.

(The above mentioned dessert supposed to attract Hungarians working abroad working in moving back home. If nothing, this chocolate coated cottage cheese will do. Yeah, for sure..)

Life of a yoga teacher

I tell you one thing. Teaching yoga with full attention, eats up all your energy. It is simply impossible to teach 8 hours a day. It eats you up, because you are on the other side. You take responsibility for all the poses as they may cause injuries short or long term. You also pay full attention to students, the more they are the more parts you have to tear. If they are not the same type of people, it is even harder. I'm not complaining, just want you to understand: there is a massive work behind a nice, relaxing class. While you relax and travel in your inner world, someone makes sure you are safe, your belongings won't be stolen, your body is fully moved, your breath is optimal and your mind is in a well prepared travel, far enough from your worries.

Kellie's exam class. She is giving here a nice headmassage as a bonus in final relaxation

All you have to do is trust and follow.

Marta, the teacher makes sure we go into the pose properly.

Marta's exam teaching class. She is adjusting Trikonasana (Triangle pose).

When you do the pranayama (powerful and various breathing excercise - I bet there would be less crime if everyone did this regularly), the teacher doesn't do it with you, because she is counting for you, she designs that for you and watches if you do it properly. It's all about restless full scanning for 90 minutes.

Exam class - at the end of the training all of us prepares with a full 90 minutes yoga class. Scary :-)

All she got the knowledge from is a big big pile of informationl, lots of traveling, discussion with other yoga teachers, hard work to design it for your needs. What you pay when you go to a course is this effort. And not only the past, but also the development, cause at a certain point you may became bored. 

Teaching yoga needs lots of background knowledge. Neverending study.

Therefore teaching yoga can't be done as only a profession, it's a lifestyle which has to be led by love.

Mahi, the best teacher, who is really committed to yoga as a therapy. We are all thankful for him to share his knowledge with us.

How not to pick up a girl on the beach

The main rules to not to pick up a girl on the beach:

Various short scenarios:

1.) On the beach, find the target, position your friends into the same direction, pretending that you are making pictures about them, but you actually focus on the girl.

2.) Say hello on the beach when she listens to music. Check if her earphones are in, and say it louder. And one more time, louder.

3.) Jump in front of her, and wawe. Now you have her attention.

4.) Ask her name, but do not look into her eyes. Rather browse your phone and type immediately on facebook, and connect. Secretly they want you too, so this is the best way to start.

Scenario 2.

Swim deep into the water, wait until she runs especially to you from the beach. She might can't see you, that's why she looks around and swim to a totally different direction. Nevermind, she is just stupid, but you forgive her, she is beautiful, and she wants you!

Swim to her, and say hello. She can't hear you. Shout: hello! go closer. Ask how she is. Swim closer, remove your snot from your face. That's better. When she looks at you if you were retarded, don't take it as an offense, she is just testing you, but she likes you and wants exactly the same like you do. You gave your heart already, what else could she wish for?

Scenario 3. This needs a bit of effort, though...

Make up a story. The idea behind is the main roule: all girls ride rich cock. Nothing else matters. Keep it in mind, this is very important. Don't even try to have an intellectual conversation with them, they don't need it. All they are interested is your money and power.

• First of all meet her in a bar, and just say it's yours. This is how you get their attention. Then when you meet her by accident in a small town, bring the story forward. Let's say, this is just one of your bars, and you have a big project/office/anything in an other town. Offer your services, to let her owe you a favour. If she doesn't meet you for lunch, shame on her. In this case - rape her, she is worthless anyway.
• But if she meets you for lunch, let it be in a different place, perhaps one of your other bars, to show how powerful you are. She will never find your trick out. As I said, she is stupid, and wants to believe that you are rich. The way you talk to her, the attention itself doesn't matter. She is retarded anyway. Just in case, whenever you get the chance, show pictures of properties (which you can download to your phone at any time), say they are all yours, part of your business project. She will wet herself, believe me.

Still no success? Then believe that a simple, nice, true conversation may work better. Maybe she would be really interested in your real personality. How does this sound?