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. 

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

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.