A következő címkéjű bejegyzések mutatása: Arambol. Összes bejegyzés megjelenítése
A következő címkéjű bejegyzések mutatása: Arambol. Összes bejegyzés megjelenítése

2013. december 28., szombat

The journey to Goa

After my 200 hours Yoga Teacher Training I had 10 days off before my 300 hours one in Arambol, Goa. I used up 7 days with no rest, but unforgettable journeys, so no regret in spite of being sick of the dust, coughing for an entire week afterwards. I spend my remaining 3 day in Palolem beach with other girls from Rishikesh: 
Joyce (UK oh her accent, I just love it!), the glamorous innocent inner (and outer) beauty, 
Paula (Scotland), the all-type-sense of humour on 2 feet, 
Melissa (US), the shy-but once you get closer to her, discover her beautifully maintained inner garden, and professional hoola hoop girl
Katie (Scotland), funny, mature girl
and Christie, who I talked the most in Rishikesh. Christies superhero talent is to change is face with perfect makeup, from one beautiful to an other one. Whenever I saw her in the ashram I always had urge to mention how beautiful she was. 
But the journey to meet them wasn't easy.
First of all 11 hours travel on the train, arriving at 6 am in the heart of Delhi, finding the bus to the aiport: This was the challenge. 
3 hours flight from Delhi to Goa, then 1,5 hours taxi to Arambol, where I had to bring the money to the course, and spent there literally 30 mintues, then head to Palolem - an other additional 3 hours.
Aaaand I wrote too much, see you in the next chapter.
Pictures:
Delhi, bus station early in the morning (I felt already a bit uncomfortable here when a local, definitely not too kind guy came to me and whispered with worry in his voice to my ears "you are not safe here")




Palmtree in sunset





This is how it looks from closer 
 My taxi

 I just love the palmtrees on this pic
 All the ladies
 Paula
 Me
 This is us fishing early in the morning
 Tired after fishing. :-P
Paula and Katie
 The fishing (dolphin watching). Top of the pic right: Katie, left: Paula.
Melissa checks out Christies phone in the middle. Joyce is watching them in her orange hairband.
 The engine of our boat
 Charming Christie

2013. november 12., kedd

Breaking News

We are about to finish the 200 hours course in Rishikesh. I was supposed to stay for the next level (300 hrs), but I have decided to move to the south. Why? Because the thought didn't make me feel good that I have to stay in the mild winter. Everyone is excited about leaving, and just discover india. I felt like going as soon as possible. I so wanted to give myself a chance to continue my studies a little bit souther, that I googled some trainings, but the timing didn't fit into my plans, not to mention the horrible prices.
I was dreaming about having a little break between the two courses, see places I know from the TV or from the school, enjoy the hot weather during winter, and as an aim, to get a certificate. 

I'm thankful to a girl, who opened my eyes - everything is possible in india. It is also possible to attend as a scolarship, so you don't pay a penny for the course! So I found out that I really want to give myself a chance to find a course in Kerala or Goa, or the east coast of India and maybe lower down the price a little bit, as my budget is tight. So I wrote an email to a place that I could only dream about, and asked about a less price and also offered my services.. 
When the reply arrived within 15 minutes, Sonja (my room mate) dropped whatever she had in her hands and got excited, just like me. What did they say, show me! Of course, my laptop slowed down, we had to wait until we can read more then "hello Emilia". I couldn't imagine the continuing, but the freeze "melt", and I was able to read the email further. They are looking for a blogger and a photographer! I read the email again and again if I didn't miss a word of "no", but it seems for now that I have the opportunity to continue my course in Goa and also work a little bit. To be honest I miss work. So it is totally a win-win.
Oh my god, I still can't believe that my secret-wrapped-hidden-locked dream may become true.

Now here comes the paranoid part: Isn't it too good to be true? Am I not walking to a serial killers trap? Well, I can extend my life insurance, so win-win situation again.