A way with words…
Yoga had floated around the periphery of my life for a while. I can remember taking classes at Australian music festivals after nights of partying. For post-session recovery, there's nothing better. My first regular practice came when I moved back home in 2016, when I would go to the suburban studio with mum. Travelling later … Continue reading Mountain Pose: Yoga Teacher Training
I've just uploaded another set of photos, this time from my time trekking through the Sacred Valley, outside of Cusco, Peru. See them here.
Charly and I played four games of chess at El Jardin. He would taunt me in English when he was winning and mutter to himself in French when he was not. The second game took place on the night Aye left Samaipata. She and Charly had been carrying out a little romance during her month of … Continue reading Samaipata Connection
For two weeks in September, I attended a Rainbow Gathering in Bolivia. In this, my final report, I describe my departure from the gathering and return to civilization. For the other reports, look here: #1, #2, #3, #4. -- My last night at the gathering found me in the kitchen, preparing dinner. I had hoped … Continue reading Rainbow Report #5: Back to Babylon
In September I headed to a Rainbow Gathering in Bolivia. In my next few posts, I will tell the story of my time there and examine different aspects of what a Rainbow Gathering is and how it works. This first post introduces the concept and tells the story of my arrival there. See the other … Continue reading Rainbow Report #1: Welcome Home
9:30pm, the night before my visit to Machu Picchu. I leap out of bed and race for the toilet. "Esta ocupado," whispers a dorm-mate. But I've already slammed into the door and the poor girl inside - merely trying to brush her teeth - opens up. Before I can speak, the first retch comes. I … Continue reading The Machu Picchu Mistake
The morning the rain came through the Sacred Valley was the happiest I'd been all week. It was surprising, at first; I'd made big plans. An appointment with a healer in Pisac, a trip to the thermal baths at Lares, even a hike up to the nearby ruins to camp overnight. Overkill, to be sure. … Continue reading Being & Doing in the Sacred Valley
Hitchhiking the Panamericana
"Will you enter the Temazcal?" I had been asked the question more than once at Vive Piuki Mapu (Read about it here). The Temazcal - a small, igloo-like structure - had been simply constructed with tarpaulin over a bent-branch frame the day before. I knew that a ceremony involving steam was to take place there, but … Continue reading Sweating It Out: The Temazcal
Speaking the language of love.
Parchment Road 