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? 

Alex, the bless

Alex is an Iyengar yoga teacher from Germany. His life is a big split: One leg is in Russia because of his wife, and the other leg is in India, in season. His life is about teaching yoga, and he is brilliant in that.

I met him in a birthday party, we had a nice chat, then I realized he is actually that Alex who I see the advertisement everywhere in Arambol. So I gave it a try. Kids, guys, ladies and gentleman. He is the best yoga teacher I ever met in my life (and of course Mahi..).

He passees his enthusiasm immediately to his students. I also became even more excited about yoga. He knows and enjoyes the poses so well that motivates you to go deeper into the pose. His confidence lets you trust him, and feel safe in each pose. He is into yoga 100%.

This man moved my body and made me swet in the same time better then anyone before. I felt so great, better then after an orgazm. After coming... out from the pose I actually realized my certain body parts what we worked on. Believe me, yoga can be not just good, but awesome if you meet the right teacher. 

I can't wait to go back to his class, shame I stay no more than a week. If I come back to Arambol, he would be among the main reasons.

Alex, you are a bless!

Here is a view from the top roof of his class.

Post office experience

When I came to India, I had no expectations, but Rishikesh nourished me and I was surprised every day, how woderfully works out everything. The traffic, the yoga course, the restaurants, only live animals on the street. I was impressed. But Goa...

I had a package to post. Small, soft, no issues should have been with that. But there was... even more I could imagine in my nightmares.

First of all, did I mention already that Goa is greedy? All basic needs are charged for extra. If you ask why, they tell you: you are white, so you are rich. Let me tell you an example. One day I walked down from the beach and missed the path to the behind roads (there are path every 50 meters leading to the road paralell to the beach. It is easier and quicker walking on the beach, the only thing is that you can do it on foot only. If you need a car it drives you in a much longer way). Instead of turning back I continued my walk on the hidden roads. I asked some local guys where was my entrance, they showed me the longer way, which was on the road, and offered me their taxi services.  Bustards. An other white guy helped me showing the beach road, so I was back on the road in 5 minutes. Sorry indian guys, you really don't make it easier for me to like you in Goa....

So back to the package. 

There are many private post offices around Arambol, but charging multiple times the original official price for the same package. Why? Because they can do that. And you just don't know that tiny little information about the local office. 1 kg package postal cost is around 200 rupees from there, but the local ones charge you 1000. And the private ones charge you for the first kg, no matter if it is less weight. So why not taking the time, what I actually have, to walk to government owned post office and send the package from there..

The official, goverment owned post office is a bit far, 30 minutes walk from the centre, but I was committed.

I reached there and surprisingly they were open. So I just wanted to get rid of my package and go, but I had to provide copy of my passport (!) and also bring the package to a taylor (!!) to pack it for me (!!!) cause the post office doesn't deal with packaging (!!!!). And by the way if I want a tracking nr (so there is less risk to be stolen) it costs more. :-D  How funny is that! Of course there is no taylor in the neighbourhood, and they already told me to go back the next day, as it is a full day procedure to get everything done. Remember I just fucking wanted to send a fucking average package with 2 clothes in it.

So I went to a taylor and asked to wrap it for me (and this was my mistake to assume it is something special). Aaand the taylor didn't have a clue what I was talking about. Packaging to post an item? No idea, never heard about that. Fine. Lets move to the other one, maybe I was just unlucky. 

After the 3rd try, the 3rd time of explaining the situation and excusing myself I strated to realize why the close private post offices are so expensive. And also I was thinking to take their service. No stress, they do everything for you. I actually ended up at one of them, and asked only the packing, which I bargained of course.. They look at you and tell you a price! unbelievable! So finally I got it wrapped. Yessss, lucky mee!  Guess what. They took a big thread and needle, took a material and just sew around. That was it.  So during that I started to bargain for at least consider taking this item for the exact weight, no more. We had a deal. I paid just a little extra and didn't have the pain in the arse. 

So if anyone wanted a package from Goa, sorry, I would rather die...

So far here are some pictures about my walk to the post office :-)

This one is a huge tree, part of a street market where many vegetables and fruits are available. Beautiful view.

This is the school of Arambol. Kids are playing cricket here. You can see a schoolbus in the background. All the students wear uniforms. I feel like in an american movie from the 30's.

Spice market joke. Cash and carry curry. Why not Cashew and curry? :-)

10 things

10 things I miss from home:

Surprisingly I don't miss things what I would expect to. No meat, no family (sorry mummy and dad), not even hot water, but:

1. Electric toothbrush

I left mine at home considering it's weight and the fuss around it... bad mistake. Kurkuma and massala (same spice mix applied into the tea as the dishes) combination can stick on the teeth very badly, and there is no chance to remove them. Some industries could use this awesome sticky feature. 

2. Blow-dry

Yeah, luxury! My OWN hairdryer, my OWN brush. Lovely procedure, means real home for me!

3. Not-waterproof mascara

I really don't get this: why would you use a waterproof one? Do you like tearing your eyelashes from one by one or you prefer letting the chemical rotten into it? What's the point? is that a kiss-proof thing? Who kisses your eyelashes, seriously?!

4. High heels

Macadam roads. Nono, I tell you better one: Pavement! C-I-V-I-L-I-S-A-T-I-O-N

Gluten-free food - I love when they say here, that something doesn't contain gluten, and when I ask back with a "tricky" question, they confess, have no clue what gluten or wheat means. I eat like a  cow, and start even looking like them.

5. Safe hospitals

As this culture is mixed with western and ayurvedic healing systems, I can't take them seriously, so it's better  not to be sick. I <3 EU regulations!

6. Drinkable tap water

It is not only about drinking a glass of water. It makes you paranoid - in restaurants, if the salad was washed in filtered water (NO), same problem with the ice which you can see or can't even see in drinks, worry during washing teeth, having shower, washing the dishes if you do so. My sister gave me a carbon filtered flask, but keep squeezing the water out - hello tendonitis...

7. Washing machine

Gloves, bucket, time! Such a wasting time...

8. Cooking

hoooome maaaade fooooood <3

9. Tesco's

Familiar brands, familiar food, clean toilet, bank-card acceptance - who needs more in life?! Oh yes I know: keep your shoes on. Because in India you must leave your shoes/flipflops on the street, so you have to be careful where you leave it. Sometimes shit happens. You find your sparkling clean flipflop on your return with a mature spit on it, and free to go home in that... ooor, it is possible that you don't even find them where you left. There is a funny trick to avoid that: use not matching pairs!

10. Full-size mirror

I have to use my imagination about my full size look. We will have a long introduction when I got home.

The Course and the first sickness in the team

The course was very intense, so I'm late with my writings, apologise for that.

As it was a sudden decision in Rishikesh I didn't know what to expect. I bargained the price and offered my services, see what happens.

My first impression was a strong bad feeling. Its a trap, they are not registered, all they want is just my money. But I knew I'm paranoid in all new situations, so I stayed. 

I met nice people again, especially Kellie and Arezoo who we became very close buddies. And that's all why it worthed to go there. Cause it was clear the course was all about money. No commitment, no spirituality, no real attention (high emphasis on the philosophy classes, OMG, such a loser preacher), which can not be yoga by definiton. The schedule was too tight, I was mentally tired after a week, which should be the opposite in such a training. It made me phisically sick at the end of the course. My mind and body gave up the fight with the pressure. To be fair we got what we came for. Information from a book. Some anatomy, and lots of asana theories. But there was no time to process that amout of information. 

As we were only 5 students, they treated us "so-so" until the end of the 200 hours course (why would they invest into 5 people? Wouldn't worth the money). But after that I stayed on my own... which I'll write more about later.

We were far from the town, didn't have enough time to go there every day, so we ate out in the restaurants on the beach, which we got sick sometimes.

One of the students got a parasite, cause she ate salad (washed in tap water). It is easy to say that she could get it from anywhere but we all knew these restaurants are there only for the profit, no customer service, no care, no love.

And here comes the part, why I love India. The country of non-sense. Ayurveda.

Hands up, who believes in it - serously? SERIOUSLY?! You may rely on ayurveda only in one case: if you are healthy. 

After 5 days of non-stop diarrhea and vomit she visited a well respected ayurvedic doctor (who sacrifised 5 years hard work to this fake science instead of studying proper-proven-working medical science).

I wasn't surprised when the symptoms didn't change at all. So after 10 days illness finally a western doctor cured her in 1 day...

Now you can say, "oh, but it was actually the ayurveda, it just needed time. this is part of the detoxification of the body". Yeah, science of excuses. I agree herbs are good for us, but it is difficult to eat 10kg spinach to get the required iron level... Just to clarify, ayurveda is good, but way not enough if you are in trouble. Overhyped bullshit. Namaste.