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NB. Lack of photos owing to the wonderfully frustrating temperamental antics of my new Sony camera. Sorry.
... I had intended a stay here of several weeks.. and now, only a week or so after my arrival in Oz, I am ready to leave, gladly packing my bags for departure tomorrow... So, the story goes...
Aussie Adventures
Asha Patel2006-08-23 10:59:03
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experienced hands of Elma, I received a deep, therapeutic massage rather than a relaxing one in the hope that I might get a more intense experience. My expectations did not go unfulfilled. In fact, as Elma dug her hands into the depths of my muscular tissue, commenting with concern about the rock-like nature of my back, I was acutely aware of every inch of tension that had built up from every bus, every shitty hostel bed, every plane journey, every walk with a backpack and every other stress of a nomadic lifestyle! With Elma trying her hardest to squeeze all this out of my body, I squirmed in sadistic pleasure from the pain of the massage. She advised that I really need to keep up my yogic practice. Don't I know it. Walking out of the room, my body felt akin to the same delicious sensation that followed my first yoga class back in London. God I miss yoga classes... Bought a piece of hand-made cardomom chocolate, a fresh loaf of sourdough and rye and headed to the beach. The rolling surf, the setting sun and the soft cool sand beneath my toes were all the confirmation I required to know that my spontaneity had been served...
...6am and my alarm was ringing. Excited about the prospect of yoga on the beach at sunrise, not to mention a quick as possible departure from the excuse of a hostel that I staying in, I was already in my bikini, beach bag ready, and set to go. As I arrived on the beach front, I grinned like a cheshire cat at the miles of sand smoothed out by the outgoing tide. The day, was mine. If you've ever practiced yoga, running or sports on the sand, you'll know that this is a less than easy task! The sand gave way to my movements and postures, strengthening my intention as well as my muscles. Two hours later, I chose a softer spot of sand and fell asleep in the dark, overcast drizzle. I awoke a couple of hours later to find another person practicing yoga. I approached and introduced myself, not really knowing why, but confident
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