( auf deutsch http://yogajust.blogspot.ch/2012/11/african-bikram.html )
Africa is treating me well.
Africa is treating me well.
I flew tot he other end oft he world to rip in a Zumba Class (Fitness Workout with latin music) one of my plantar ligaments.
As a yogini I had to jump around barefoot, while everyone else was wearing danicing shoes. Now I’m sure they do so for a certain reason. I guess my toes were glued to the floor when my heal was twisting. Arrgh! This happend last friday.
On the weekend I was mainly asleep, I was recovering and had sweet dreams while I was hiding under my blanket from all the craziness of the last last days/ weeks/ month.
I was working with my core, my center, my Hara. Did all these mean variations of sit ups my Yogateacher gave me on the way. I practiced backbends, was breathing inbetween my ribs to get these tiny muscles smooth and to create room around my heart. Gently Yoga, I enjoyed, my first weekend off in Africa.
Yesterday I started my trip to Down Town Capetown. I’m not big in sightseeing, but right infront of my friends house the hop on hop off bus stopped, so I took a ride with all the other tourists and hopped off in the center of CPT, went to a tourist office, asking for, guess what, no, not table mountain, not robben island, a yoga studio.....walking distance, the girl tells me, YESSSS! I could have googled informations on that, but I love it how the girls in tourist offices explain directions from A to B and even hand out a citymap, so I just can’t missout.
I’ll go for Yogalife. Sounds good. And I get there 3mins before a Bikram class starts. Too stressy I think, and I sign in for a Forrest Yoga class 15min later. Forrest Yoga is new to me. Better anyway, I think, why would I go to a hot yoga class in Africa, in summer??
I like the studio. It’s stylish, open, bright, the yoginis working here are super friendly und willing to help. My class will take place on the first floor. I enter the shala, and what I get to see are some ladies doing theit warm up stretches. Why? I wonder because what I clearly hear behind a cool smooth version of the SO HAM mantra ist he HEATER!?!?
„Forrest Yoga, right? No Bikram?“ I ask, keeping the conversation small. One yogini nodding. I lay down.
We start the class with Nadi Sodhana, alternate nostril breathing, I sweat already. Nice. I like this teacher, she seems pure, no flourishing, straight, clear insructions, her hair tamed in a ponytail. Like this is her teaching, she puts us into asanas walks around and does accurat adjusments. There is about 20 peeps n the room, so I suffer quite awhile in some positions. Living means suffering. And on this day I suffer because oft yesterdays visit at a winefarm, incl. winetasting. Hey, I’m in southafrica, don’t blame me.
90min later, the lesson is finished. I sink back. Thank you. Savasana.
Right now I'm sitting in a cafe. All relaxed. My mac on my lap like they had the newspapers in the early days, having breakfast, waiting for the 12.30 class at Yogalife.
Bikram, it's raining today.