AIM TRUE CHALLENGE

AIM TRUE CHALLENGE 

During my time in Dubai, I embarked on an Instagram challenge introduced to me by one of my yogi students from Lembeh days - Imi. It was a 10 day challenge with a different theme each day which allowed you to pick your yoga pose according to what that theme meant for you. 

One of my all time favorite yogis in the World - Kathryn Budig - is the creative genius behind both the "Aim True" theme, and the Instagram challenge itself :) 

I absolutely loved it, and am sure I can vouch for Imi also in saying how much we both needed that challenge right then. Don't they say "you are exactly where you are meant to be right now"? Haha! Well we both needed it to ground us a little, and bring us back into our yoga practice on a daily and newly refreshed and committed level. It worked :) Dubai was all about the yoga for me! 

Check out my contributions to the challenge below :) 

DAY ONE of the Aim True Challenge on Instagram theme - "Enpower" After 115 days of the handstand365 challenge I feel absolutely amazing when I'm on my hands with my feet in the air!!

DAY TWO of Aim True Challenge - Challenge! It's taken me forever to be able to lift my head and unless I practice this pose frequently I lose it so quickly. Taken at the top of Table Mountain in Cape Town, South Africa

DAY THREE of aim true challenge! A pose that comforts you  Hero pose! I can easily fall asleep in this class in yin yoga! Love it! Photo taken by Tracy in a local park outside of Hatfield, South Africa

DAY FOUR of the #aimtruechallenge with the #aimtruecrew. Theme today is community! Here's my contribution done with @athomeintheclouds from other sides of the world! We used to be yogis together in Lembeh and I got the pleasure of teaching Imi and watching her open up her body beyond belief! We still help each other remotely and for that I am eternally grateful. 

DAY FIVE of #aimtruechallenge with the #aimtruecrew. Today's theme is including your environment in your yoga. So I'm using the rail on the balcony of my friend Russell's apartment to balance myself in half moon pose! He didn't like me playing with yoga poses on the balcony of his 19th floor apartment lol! But check out the view!! To the left is the tallest building in the world - Burj Al Khalifa.

Day 6 of the #aimtruechallenge with the #aimtruecrew. Theme is no stretchy pants which means staying away from our yoga clothes and dressing up for the occasion! Dress designed by the lovely Kathryn in India, made in Vietnam, and worn to my friends wedding in South Africa 

DAY SEVEN of the #aimtruechallenge with the #aimtruecrew. The theme is embarrassing!! Picking a photo of yourself that you would ordinarily delete the second your camera captures it!! This is me falling elegantly out of handstand during the handstand 365 challenge!! Could I call this a one handed handstand perhaps lol?!

DAY EIGHT of the #aimtruechallenge with the #aimtruecrew. The theme is a photo of something that you love doing besides yoga. This is just so easy for me to answer - diving of course!! 

Diving is my meditation, my quiet place, my happy place. I am never calmer or more at ease than on my yoga mat or underwater  Diving has been part of my life for many years, including a long period working as a divemaster in Asia. It has quickly become a vital part of my World as I know it and featurea heavily during my current travel adventures! Smiles!

This photo was taken recently in Lembeh by the lovely Markko who taught me how to dive on sidemount, something I immediately loved  

DAY NINE of the #aimtruechallenge with the #aimtruecrew. Theme today is to pick a pose that you once felt was impossible and now is a regular part of your practice - your YES I CAN pose!!! Mine is scorpion! @nielleekat can vouch for how in India in April I couldn't even balance on my forearms with straight legs without fear of falling and breaking my back. How we used to practice that pose over and over lol!! Now with steady determination scorpion features regularly in my practice! I still like the wall to be nearby but I can comfortably jump up into it now! Practice, practice, practice...oh and a lot of patience Actually perhaps my stubborn streak featured in my successfully cracking this pose too - one of my male yogi students in Lembeh jumped up into this pose on his first attempt and I thought to myself, right time to get practicing again Caroline! Off I went to my room, rolled out my mat and so it began...

FINAL DAY of the #aimtruechallenge with the #aimtruecrew. Today's theme is what does Aim True mean to you. 

To me aim true means being determined, driven and proud to be following your dreams. Comfortable in your own skin, and getting closer every day to the person you were born to be. I've been on this wonderful travel adventure for 8 months trying to find the real me and I feel so close right now. For me aim true is staying true to yourself, believing in yourself, trusting yourself. I chose the super pose Visvamitrasana because it is named after an ambitious king who transformed himself into a yogic sage. It's a complex asana - it's an arm balance, hip opener, shoulder opener, hamstring stretch and more all at once! Life takes you in many different directions but being able to focus your body and mind and heart and stay grounded is so important in this journey. With dedication all of the seemingly separate body parts and actions come together and the energy of the pose comes to life! 

This Aim True Challenge was just perfect for me. It brought me right back to my yoga mat, giving me  drive, a focus and a sense of purpose in a challenging time mentally for me. Thank you to Kathryn Budig :) 

<3 <3 

Dazzling Dubai - Take Two ;)

Dubai Take Two

After my time in South Africa, and staying in the beautiful accommodation with all of my friends from Bermuda I was more than accustomed to the lifestyle I would be living in Dubai during my stay, and was very excited about it indeed J

It was where my adventure had started, and I was keen to see how I would feel to be back 8 months later. It also took me back to the nearest point to the UK since I had started this big adventure in January 2013. That was a little bit weird if I am completely honest…especially knowing that I had taken the decision not to use the final leg of my pre-booked ticket from Dubai to London at the end of September after all.

Dubai was just as I remembered – shiny, glitzy, inviting, sparkling, busy, rich and full of activity and things to see and do.  Which makes me laugh really, especially the full of things to see and do, as I was just about the laziest I have been for my entire 8 months of travel during my stay in Dubai. Each day, Russell would say what have you done today? To which, my answer was religiously “yoga, worked on my yoga facebook page, read articles about yoga, studied new yoga classes to teach, and submitted yoga poses to the Aim True Yoga Instagram Challenge that Imi had drawn to my attention. In fact since I left Lembeh I had thought about nothing other than yoga and how to make that my new world entirely.  To be fair, I did sometimes surprise him by throwing in a 10k run on the treadmill, or a bit of sunbathing around the apartment swimming pool. One day I even walked across the main road to Dubai Mall, the World’s largest shopping mall, and watched the water fountain display outside of the mall and filmed a little bit to show friends on facebook.

I was so happy with this level of laziness and it was exactly what I needed, and Dubai and inside Russell’s beautiful apartment was exactly where I needed to be right then in those days that allowed me time to think about what an earth should or would or might come next in my life. I spent days researching my options, thinking and planning what I could do to make a living, applying for some yoga jobs in Singapore, considering creating workshops to deliver to athletic clubs, even considering taking some certificates in group fitness and personal training while I later traveled through Singapore. Nothing came to a complete conclusion because I was always do busy thinking about or actually doing yoga.  Russell’s apartment had a view to die for, and the enormous spaces in the living room and bedroom allowed me so much freedom to roll out my yoga mat and just do yoga, and practice some kick ass poses that I hadn’t had the opportunity or time or focus to do until then.

It was during my time in Dubai that I realized just how much of my heart I had left in Lembeh. I missed teaching yoga like crazy, and it made me so super sad to not know when I would teach again so I kind of set myself the task of practicing as much as I could and improving my own personal practice while I was there so when I did eventually teach again I would be ready to go and show my enthusiasm again J

It still amazes me how my journey has taken so many twists and turns to bring me to where I am right now. Initially the trip was about having as many adventures as possible, as much beach time as possible, and as much diving as I could possibly afford.  Until one day a very good friend of mine in November last year, Hilda – who I hadn’t spent a huge amount of time with one on one or face to face before we both left Bermuda, said to me at the MAAC track one night on the stands while we waited for torrential rain to stop so we could go home “Caroline, what I don’t understand is that you have this amazing adventure planned and lined out for your facebook friends to see, but yoga doesn’t feature at all. How come? I would have thought as a yoga teacher in Bermuda you would be going to hide out in an ashram in India or something. I could totally see you doing yoga, so what’s up with that?”.  She set me off on a whole different path after that conversation. I believe you meet every single person you encounter on this journey in life for a reason. And for that I will be eternally grateful. I could list so many people I have met in recent months and years who have shaped my path in so many amazing ways. I am a lucky girl.

I met Hilda to help me see what was so obvious to others, but less so to me as I was so busy trying to analyse my life and plan, plan, plan that I didn’t see the right path for me. That evening I began to explore India more, and yoga more. I had the choice between Rishikesh or Goa when it came to available yoga courses. I decided quickly that I wanted to learn more and so would take the YTT 500 hour teacher training course. It was just a question of where. I had decided on Rishikesh, and well you all saw how much I fell in love with that crazy little town, and my YTT course and the beautiful girls that I met during this course as well. Love love love. And so it was that my whole world changed direction based on that one conversation at MAAC track with Hilda. I wonder if she realizes what an impact she made on my life? And if you are reading this Hilda, then THANK YOU. For more than you will ever know. So grateful to have met you and have you in my World J

While Russell was in Dubai we went to the movies a lot, I met some of his friends and had dinner with them also. We took a trip to the top of the World’s tallest building to meet his friend the lovely Sara who has an awesome events job working for this business. We sat on top of the World with Sara and drank lots of delicious wine, olives and other nibbles while we (I) watched the world go by and sat fascinatedly people watching. Dubai amazed me, in that whole tables of people would sit together yet not actually be connecting with each other. They would all sit with their cell phones out and be online checking various social media sites, or else chatting to people who weren’t with them at the table. That whole idea is so bizarre to me, and gave me a brief taste of what the ‘real life’ was like. That scared me a little, and as much as I did briefly consider it might be time to re-enter that ‘real world’ and join in again soon, I quickly realized that the fact it both scared me and frustrated me meant that it wasn’t actually the right decision for me.

While drinking coffee one morning during a sand storm which literally killed any kind of view from the apartments, I stumbled across an article about Bermuda! About Johnny Barnes - the 85 year old man who is a famous feature in Bermuda, as he stands every single day at the roundabout where all commuters into town pass by and ways and shouts "I love you, I love you, I love you!!" with all the passion in the world. Reminded me so much of Bermuda days and made me ever so slightly homesick, especially at a time when I have no clue on my direction of my journey as of next week.  

Russell was away on business for much of my time in Dubai this time, and kindly left his apartment for me to use while he was away. It really was very generous of him indeed and I was so grateful for the free time (financially and mentally) to just spend some time alone with me, in beautifully comfortable surrounding. It was such a pleasure to be able to shop at the grocery store and have a kitchen in which to prepare meals!! Every evening I made a beautifully big and fresh chicken salad and dressing - just because I could :) Ah so satisfying! I spent my days around my yoga mat. I ate my breakfast at the mat, did my online research on my mat, I did my yoga practice on the mat. Everything revolved around the mat and Russell joked that the mat was my new office, which made me smile.  It was, and I was completely ok with that J

Dubai was just the perfect place and time for me. It allowed me some space and time to clear my head, to think about what I wanted next in life and to assess how to get there.  It didn’t give me any clear answers as such, but it did set me off in the right direction. I booked a one-way flight to Singapore, and then a flight from there to Bali and arranged to meet my lovely friend Theresia in Bali the night before my birthday with the intention of travelling together to Nusa Lembongan to celebrate my birthday together, and perhaps some diving. Well, definitely diving. I missed diving as much as I missed teaching yoga. I knew nothing about what I would do from there, or how long I would stay. I had an appointment to meet with the Yoga Shack there about possible yoga teaching work, and a date with some manta rays and maybe a mola mola if I was super lucky.  

And so the next stage of my adventure begins….off I go into the unknown with all my friends telling me to stay strong and have faith in the universe to work out what comes next. No more tears about not knowing what the future holds, just trust J  I was quite amazed by how many tears I had cried over whether I was doing the right thing, despite knowing deep down inside that everything would work out exactly as it is meant to and to chill out haha!

Watch this space as the story unfolds xox

The above is a poster I saw in the coffee shop downstairs from Russell's place. I love little signs that life sends us along the way ;)

Fab fab fab article to share - "Everyone Says I Must Be Running Away" - Nomadic Matt

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS ARTICLE so had to share it with you all, and have it included in my travel blog!!! A very cool author by the name of Nomadic Matt wrote this, and I have included a mini bio on him a link to his blog at the bottom of this page for your reference.

So many of my wonderful friends sent me this link independently, and it is wonderful and I love them equally for thinking of me and sharing it with me when they read it!


EVERYONE SAYS I MUST BE RUNNING AWAY 

My dad likes to ask what I’m running away from with my travels. My mother wants to know when I will “settle down” and get a real life. Someone once commented on my blog and told me to stop running away and live life. There is even a blog called “Mom says I’m running away.”

I’m not sure why, but there is this perception out there that anyone who travels long term and isn’t interested in settling down or getting a conventional job must be running away from something.

They are just trying to “escape life.”

The general opinion is that traveling is something everyone should do — that gap years after college and short vacations are acceptable. But for those of us who lead nomadic lifestyles, or who linger just a bit too long somewhere before reaching that final homestretch, we are accused of running away.

Yes, travel — but just not for too long.

We nomads must have awful, miserable lives, or are weird, or have had something traumatic happen to us that we are trying to escape. People assume that we are simply running away from our problems, running away from “the real world.”

And to all those people who say that, I say to you — you’re right.

Completely right.

I am running away.

I am trying to avoid life — your life.

I’m running away from your idea of the “real” world.

Because, in reality, I’m running towards everything — towards the world, exotic places, new people, different cultures, and my own idea of freedom and living.

While there may be exceptions (as there are with everything), most people who become vagabonds, nomads, and wanderers do so because they want to experience the world, not escape some problem.

We are running away from office life, commuting, and weekend errands, and running towards everything the world has to offer. We are running away from monotony, 9-to-5, consumerism, and the conventional path.

We (I) want to experience every culture, see every mountain, eat weird food, attend crazy festivals, meet new people, and enjoy different holidays around the world.

Life is short, and we only get to live it once. I want to look back and say I did crazy things, not say I spent my life in an office, reading travel blogs,and wishing I was doing the same thing.

As an American, my perspective might be different from the rest of yours. In America, you go to school, get a job, get married, buy a house, and have your 2.5 children. Society boxes you in and restricts your movements to their expectations. It’s like the matrix. And any deviation is considered abnormal and weird.

There’s nothing wrong with having a family or owning a house — most of my friends lead happy lives doing so. However, the general attitude in the US is “do it this way if you want to be normal.”

And, well, I don’t want to be normal.

I think the reason why people tell us travelers we’re running away is because they can’t fathom the fact that we broke the mold and are living outside the norm. To want to break all of society’s conventions, there simply must be something wrong with us. What other explanation could there be!

Years ago, at the height of the economic boom, a book called The Secretcame out. According to The Secret, if you just wish for and want something bad enough, you’ll get it.

But the real secret to life is that you get what you want when you do what you want.

Life is what you make it out to be.

Life is yours to create.

We are all chained down by the burdens we place upon ourselves, whether they are bills, errands, or, like me, self-imposed blogging deadlines. If you really want something, you have to go after it.

People who travel the world aren’t running away from life. Just the opposite. Those that break the mold, explore the world, and live on their own terms are running towards living. We are running towards our idea of life. We get to be the captains of our ships. We looked around at the norm and said, “I want something different.” It was that freedom and attitude I saw in travelers years ago that inspired me to do what I am doing now. I saw them break the mold and I thought to myself, ”Why not me too?”

I am not running away.

I am running towards the world.

And I never plan on looking back.

https://medium.com/i-m-h-o/695acc47273a
Article written by Nomadic Matt
Nomad, vagabond, and author of How to Travel the World on $50 a Day. Showing people travel can be inexpensive in hopes of inspiring them to explore their world.

Stunningly Beautiful South Africa :)

Stunningly Beautiful South Africa

I love South Africa. I loved it last time I was here in 2010 but I love it even more this time. I felt like I had come home the moment I landed into Cape Town. What a fantastic energy this place has! Such happy and positive people :)

My reason for coming to Cape Town was for the wedding of one of my closest friends in Bermuda - MP and Bevis. MP and Bevis met through our various weaves and layers of friendships and chance encounters that took place during our many years in Bermuda. And so it leads to a beautiful wedding, in a beautiful country surrounded by beautiful people from the place that I so lovingly called home for 4.5 years until January this year.

I had been both looking forward to this part of my trip and extremely nervous about it at the same time. Looking forward to seeing everyone again, my friends, my memories of happy and amazing days living in Bermuda. Nervous for two reason - 1) because I just didn't know how I would feel being back integrated into a world that I so devestatingly left earlier this year, surrounded by people who lived in a world I had long left behind and would I feel overwhelming homesick and want to cut and run once I met them again and heard all about my wonderful island that I will always refer to as home. Then 2) because I was well aware just how much I have grown and evolved and changed in myself since January. Would I still belong to the group, would I want to belong to the group in the sense that maybe the things that mattered to me before wouldn't be so important right now. Maybe they would see through me, or see the changes and I wouldn't connect in the same way.

I didn't need to worry really, because as soon as everyone arrived in Cape Town it was literally as if I had never been apart from them. Later I will tell you how I felt and how much it hit me unexpectedly when they all left and I was left alone in Cape Town...

As soon as Allison and Mike arrived, I went straight back to a place of missing my track and training sessions! It did make me laugh, as I had forgotten how competitive we all were in Bermuda, most of our days revolved around training for running races, or triathlons or watching and supporting other people doing them. So it really shouldn't have surprised me when Alli announced ok so the book says it takes 1:30-2 hours to climb to the top of Table Mountain, so we are aiming for an hour right? I looked at Phil and was like WTF? Haha! Too funny! I love that girl so much :) So much energy all the time! Awesome girl.  And it so it began, our flight to the top of the mountain... Somewhere along the journey there was talk of running part of it, which we quickly realised was not possible lol but as soon as we got to the top the girls did tag away from the boys (again in true Bermuda style...) and sprinted to the very edge of the mountain so that "technically" we could say we had run to the top of Table Mountain ;) The boys of course just shook their heads at us and watched us race off. I quickly realised that yoga fit is different to climbing a mountain at speed fit. Wow. My legs need some miles in them to keep up with these energizer bunnies! It was boiling hot walking up the mountain, yet as soon as we got to the top it was FREEZING and super windy. We threw on our various layers and set off exploring the edges and taking photos. I was so excited to do my handstand up there at the top, and even more so when the girls decided they were going to join me while the boys waited patiently (or not so..) in the background.

It was such a beautiful view up there, we got very lucky with the weather that day. The whole trip actually. You could see for miles, and it was so amazing. The climb down was less so, and reminded me of climbing down the Annapurna Circuit (minus the snow) after reaching the Thorong-La Pass at 5416m and having to watch every single step you made in case you fell down. We drove around Cape Town for the rest of the day and took pictures of Table Mountain from a different angle, and found a really beautiful cafe along Camps Bay where we stopped and took lunch together. It was so fun to be back amongst everyone again and catching up on all the gossip.

So nice to temporarily step away from backpacking too! The hotel we were staying in - Atlantic House - was amazingly priced (for non backpackers..) and just beautiful. The view was over Camps Bay and they had beautiful sunset views. The rooms were enormous and the breakfast was fantastic, and when it was cold the ladies made us wood fires, and we would spend many an evening sitting by the fire drinking red wine and catching up. I would continue that theme on my own once they all left too - copious amounts of coffee and red wine lol!

So nice to see MP again after so long. Bevis too. Poor things were running around like lunatics keeping their family and friends entertained right up until the wedding!

We did a very cool road trip along the start of the Garden Route when we drove to Hermanus for the wedding itself. Everyone was extremely hungover, and tired and decided that we needed to take the slow scenic route. It was super bendy journey but the most beautiful scenery I have seen in such a long time. The coastal road and the mountainous views were just out of this world. I really didn't have any expectations for Cape Town. I had simply only ever thought to myself I am going to Africa for a wedding, and it is meant to be the final destination of my journey around Asia. I didn't even research things to do. Wow I was so happily surprised by what I saw, and just how beautiful Cape Town and the surrounding land was. Everyone just kept saying wow wow wow, and stopping to take photos along the way. It was just stunning.

On arriving in Hermanus, we stopped for lunch in this little cafe where the lady was immediately concerned about how few layers I was wearing. I was concerned about how few layers I owned and how I was planning to keep myself warm in South Africa lol! Bless her, she offered to lend me clothing while I was in town haha!  We managed to turn right into a street with no right turns, and immediately a police officer pulled us over...it was like she had been sitting there waiting. Eventually she went away, I think it was made clear we wouldn't be paying her the bribe she wanted...Interesting I had forgotten that nonsense from Johannesburg days.

Interesting I always seem to make it to South Africa for a wedding. The last time I was in South Africa was for a wedding in 2010, and I made a trip to Mozambique afterwards to dive with giant mantas and whalesharks. This time I was in Hermanus for a wedding and watching whales breach all the way along the coast! The coast was full of whales the whole journey, and once we got to Hermanus itself there were even more. It was beautiful. The morning of the wedding we all donned life jacket and kayaks and took to the ocean for an organised kayak tour to try and get up close and personal with the whales!! So exciting!! And apparently I am not very strong at kayaking and poor Phil ended up doing most of the work :) We did see some in the distance which was very cool indeed!

I was so excited to wear my dress, after sitting with the lovely Danielle in our Rishikesh cafe all those months ago designing how it was going to look. Then those many hours spent in Hoi An, Vietam, with Amarjeet sussing out tailors. Then waiting in anticipation for it to be made :) So much fun!! I was a little bit shy wearing it initially but everyone I had shown along my journey loved it, and as soon as I wore it and walked into the wedding I was overwhelmed with the lovely comments people made about it :) Smiles! Yay to the lovely Danielle for making me the perfect wedding guest dress! The bright colours blended right in with all my colourful Bermuda girls and their beautiful gowns.

The wedding was just fantastic. MP looked stunning, and Bevis wore a smile of a very happy man the entire day! The setting was absolutely fabulous, with the ocean right behind us and an infinity pool, petals everywhere, beautiful people, champagne flowing, fantastic speeches, delicious food. And the DJ was just spectacular. Never before have I been to a wedding where the first song played and everyone literally leapt onto the dance floor and didn't leave until the DJ stopped playing. Just brilliant. So much dancing, so many smiles and so much fun. And one hell of a hangover the next morning....

The next day after a huge breakfast feast and sobering up session, we all went back to the car for another road trip. This time to Greyton, where Bevis' parents live. Their property was beautiful and Greyton itself was so picturesque.  Once everyone arrived we went for a nice long walk through the countryside to explore and clear everyones heads a little. It was perfect, and so pretty. Once we finished we settled into our basic (shock to system after Cape Town room!) hotel room which resembled a horse stable, and then back to the parents house for a beautiful feast to celebrate the wedding and meeting of new and old friends and family. So nice to see everyone.

Bevis dad - telling me I am one of lifes adventurers and to make sure that I never lose that. He told me about his travels and nomadic existence, such an interesting man and I loved how much he loved that I had thrown caution to the wind and left behind my 'normal' existence to explore life and really live the life I love! Yay!

The morning after Phil and I hitched a lift with Bevis' friends back to Cape Town airport to rent a car and go on a short road trip of our own. He had extended his trip by a few days and it was nice to have company as I hadn't planned a thing for after the wedding itself, and had discovered that my own flight out of Cape Town to Dubai was actually 10 days later than I had thought. Under Bevis' recommendation we drove to Stellenbosch, a lovely university town about 50km east of Cape Town, along the banks of the Eerste River. It is the second oldest European settlement in the province, after Cape Town. I loved it immediately and wished we had more time to explore. We stopped for a long boozy lunch and caught up on the months since we had last seen each other, and reminisced on previous years and what the future hold. The restaurant was fantastic, and the food out of this world amazing, as was the wine :) YUM.

From here we drove to Franschhoek where some of the other wedding guests were staying for a couple of nights.  Franschooek is also known as "French Corner" and it really does have a french feel to it, which was quite appropriate given MP is french canadian and so were many of the wedding guests. It is a small town in the Western Cape Province and one of the oldest towns of the Republic of South Africa. It was about 75km from Cape Town. Had the rain stopped long enough it would have been fun to explore the many vineyards around the area, but it didn't so we didn't explore! Besides, we came to the conclusion that we had drunk plenty of wine over the previous days as a Bermuda group and probably more wine tasting would only slowly kill us...

The wine in South Africa is the best I have ever tasted, honestly, it is super cheap and just amazingly delicious. It was SO nice after 7 months of backpacking to be able to come back to wine and reasonably priced wine, combined with amazing yummy tastes. We booked a restaurant on the bar managers recommendation, and went back to our room with our wine and snacks and just chilled in front of the fire. We decided in the end to abandon the restaurant reservation as the rain was just torrential and so full on and cold outside and we couldn't face the coldness and wetness of it all. It was also our last night before going separate ways, with Phil returning to London before starting his new life in Bermuda later that week, and me...well me working out what the hell I was going to do next as this was meant to also be goodbye to travels for me. So we did what we do well and stayed in and drank wine, ate chips and watched movies in front of the fire until we fell asleep lol!!

The next morning I very badly navigated us back to Cape Town airport. We got there luckily with time to spare and had a final dinner in the airport before saying our goodbyes and Good Lucks. And so then it was just me....in South Africa. Everyone else had either left before or were in different areas and heading in separate directions.

So for the first time in 2 weeks, just me, all alone. Without a plan of what next, having decided that I wouldn't be using my flight from Dubai to London in September after all... To say I felt a bit lost is putting it mildly. I spent the mornings throwing myself into yoga and my practice and the afternoons by the fire in the lounge drinking copious amounts of coffee before turning to the red wine by evening. I let myself have a few days of mourning. I am not entirely sure what I was mourning, or even that I was. I just wasn't myself. The ladies who worked there looked after me so well, and always seemed to know when to come along and pour me coffee!

I had no clue what would come next and frantically tried to make plans, while those who know me best tried to slow down the voices in my head and tell me to just breathe (lol student telling the yoga teacher....) and trust the universe. All I knew was that I would be meeting Theresia to share my birthday together in a small island called Nusa Lembongan, off Bali, where she is working as a dive master. At just the right time, a friend I had met years before diving in Borneo got in touch with me, and was living in Cape Town - Niki! We caught up immediately that evening and it was just what I needed :) Niki took me to a yoga class, and for dinner afterwards and it was just perfect. We talked about life, and ideas, and dreams and she really helped me settle into the unknown and embrace it. Funnily enough she teaches yoga also now. Our lives had gone in separate directions since our diving days, yet brought us back to the same place in the future! Even funnier is that she said to me while you are in Lembongan why you don't you go and check out the Yoga Shack there, and see if they need a yoga teacher. I had spoken to a mutual friend of ours, Jason, just earlier that morning and he had told me to drop his friend a line as he ran the Yoga Shack in Lembongan to see if they needed a teacher. Niki and I decided this was a sign and I should absolutely follow it. So I sent the shack an email that evening and got a reply the very next day saying I should come in for an informal chat when I arrived about possibly teaching some part time classes :) Happy days! So I later left Cape Town with a sense of direction - yay to that!

Niki and I caught up several times after this, and did lots of yoga classes together. She works at The Shala in Cape Town and invited me to her colleagues yin yoga class, and then to one of her own, both of which were great! I hadn't attended a taught yoga class since India so it was a nice treat :) On my final day we went to Botanical Gardens for brunch and took a walk through the gardens which were just beautiful. Cape Town really is a dream place. I am so glad I came here and had the opportunity to explore and with such lovely old friends :)

On my way to Dubai my journey took me to Johannesburg where I was lucky enough to catch up with the lovely Tracy. A friend I had made on my last adventure to South Africa for James and Shara's wedding. Shara had put us in touch and she had kindly invited me to stay with her in J/burg during our trip. She has since moved to Pretoria and is now pregnant!! And again she kindly invited me to stay with her. It was so lovely to catch up again with her and Andrew, and see their beautiful new home, and meet their beautiful dogs. We had a lovely girls evening catching up followed by a lovely walk through a large reserve near to their home. I was totally unprepared for the fact the park had game in it and was so super excited to come across zebra and giraffes as we casually walked through the park! Amazing experience! I managed to get some wonderful handstand pics in as well :) Yay to that! That should spice up the #handstand365 portfolio a bit! Was such a rushed trip as my flight changed dates yet again, and I ended up wishing I had more time. But a small visit is better than no visit at all :)

Africa, it has been amazing. As ever! I love this part of the world and really enjoyed the opportunity to see so many of my old friends and catch up on each of our lives. It was so lovely to see MP and Bev get married and explore so many parts of South Africa as a result. It really was the nicest wedding I have been to! So so pretty and the setting was beyond comparison as it was just out of this world!!

So now I walk boldly into a new chapter of my journey. An unexpected extra...for who knows how long. I am excited about what the future holds for me, even about the uncertainty of it all because it is taking me in the direction of something new and wonderful and I will find myself exactly where I am supposed to be.

Watch this space people, good times and gossip ahead xox

OH and I am seriously considering organising a yoga retreat to the guest house that I stayed at in Cape Town....think it would be perfect. So hold that thought ;)