yoga mallah

got to mysore on tuesday. the journey took way too long, leaving the house at 4:45 and arriving in pretentious hippie land around 1:00. okay, maybe i'm exaggerating, but my first meal in the city was spent at a satvic lunch, eating food that tasted like freshly stewed organic gerber's and gossiping about people's metabolisms and backbends.

practicing at the shallah (sri pattavi jois astanga research institute) is... good?

well, it starts way too early in the morning. at either 5:45 or 3:50 every morning i jump into a rickshaw that takes me the shallah and a room with about 70 people sweating their balls off in unnatural positions way too close to each other. you're expected to know the sequence (i don't) which, on my first day, resulted in me capriciously folding my limbs into shapes that looked decently astanga-like. then i got caught. at least someone told me what to do.

it wasn't as traumatizing as i had imagined.

after practice, i come home, go back to sleep (nice and sweaty) until breakfast, which is provided by our bomb ass apartment building that we got for a steal thanks to our landlord having to evict us from the other building dae was living in. then time for da kine cruise.

our apartment (i tried to add more, but got impatient) :

my room

kitchenette

balcony