I’d feel like a massive fraud coming ten thousand kilometres all the way to Thailand and not experience, or at least see, some of the real country and what it’s about…the food, hear a bit of the language, chat to the locals…find out about some of their customs and traditions. Now don’t get me wrong, drinking buckets on Khao San Road was also up there on my list of priorities. I am only human, relatively young and need to experience it all before making my mind up on a place (Bangkok after dark post to follow!) and you’ve got to see that street to believe it. So when given a chance to live with locals in Thailand, I jumped at it.
Me and my notions decided to pack up and head off to the French Alps for a bit of R&R, or yoga and hiking actually, last week and I can safely say it’s the first time I’ve come back from a trip feeling better than when I left. I’d already been on a multi activity yoga trip with Yoganic Moves (well, if watching the crew sail the 99ft gullet yacht is classed as an activity) in Turkey earlier this year so when instructor Annick invited me to go yoga and hiking in the French Alps, it was a no brainer. You know the usual saying, “you’d need another holiday to get over it”? Well I got a bit sick of feeling worse-off after a supposed “break”, so I decided a bit of fresh air, outdoor activities and healthy eating were exactly what I needed.
I’ve grounded myself for the month of August, this is officially a no-fly zone. July’s boozy trips to Bordeaux and Croatia left me feeling rather, shall we say…fragile. While I’m not about to give up those kind of getaways, I think in the name of balance, it’ll do me good to do something a little more relaxing and health-focussed. You might remember my yoga sailing holiday in Turkey with Yoganic Moves back in May (you can read my feature on independent.ie) and I’ve been lucky enough to nab an invite to Annick’s next yoga holiday. Next stop: French Alps.
While I may have earned myself the nickname ‘Rebel Yogi’ on my notionzy yoga sailing trip in Turkey last month, I guess it’s sounds healthier than just ‘rebel’, right? I drink alcohol, I eat meat and sugar, I miss a class here and there…and WHAT? I started yoga earlier this year in an attempt to find some kind of activity that didn’t make me want to claw my eyes out like how I feel entering a conventional gym. Something I could keep up for life, that I could do any time, anywhere.