27/08/2010

Party time in the mcleod . . .

After a grabbing a couple hours kip it was time for the final chant. Final ashtanga self practice which I skipped as my shoulder was completely numb, so it was a cuppa with Darren and Sarah and then a trip to the post office to send my books home from the course and a couple of nerdy ones I purchased so I have the pleasure of looking forward to when I get home.

As it feels like home here, it's weird same faces, same places, I'm sad and happy to be moving on tomorrow, but decided to treat myself to my favourite brekkie and din dins, as I'm not going to get local cafes, restaurants or hang outs until I get home, as I'm never going to be in one place for 5weeks while travelling, eeee I'm getting all excited, argh.

I taught my hatha class, the last class for us all, which wasn't how I expected it to be, everyone was so quiet and not carrying on or being disruptive. I got lovely feedback, but I do have the advantage of previous teaching experience, even Sivadas gave me a back handed compliment of saying considering I've slept through the majority of the course I taught very well.

Speaking to Layven later, he said they were all quiet due to the energy and authority and flow of the class I provided. Also that I worked them hard, but I don't think that I did, it was an easy class, exactly the same moves as everyone taught. And a random guy called matt who participated gave me a lot of positive feedback saying my demos were precise (this is questionable in my opinion) and I spoke the exact amount during the class, bla bla bla so it was all very good.

So we all partied afterwards, we all took food like pizza, momos ( or moomoos as I call them)onto Rose Cafe balcony and everyone got drunk and stoned while I stuck to chai as I'm still on antibiotics. I even straightened my hair (which lasted all of 5mins in the humidity) and stole a slap of mascara. Nearly a girl again.

So when everyone started getting too drunk, Darren and me headed off, I called Cat, oh how I miss all my friends and wish they were here with me for one big travelling holiday. I can't even get in my head how long it will be 'til I next see them. I haven't even got in my head now that I'm finished yoga my travels begin. Madness.

Walking down the street drunk, Darren the corrupted do-gooder decided that I should go in the manky drains that run alongside the roads. So this resulted in lots of fighting and Darren ending up down the drain, the sod! No wonder me and him get ill. Hugs tata to each other I feel like I've spent forever with him here with us both being ill-ies together. But I have to move on, I can't spend another day here, especially as the dalai lama is here tomorrow and everyone is off to see him. Personally I have no interest in this what so ever so I'm running away from it all. xx