Originally posted on Engaged Dharma:
A picture is worth a thousand dharmas. Thank you to whoever drew this wonderful image.
Originally posted on Engaged Dharma:
Originally posted on Engaged Dharma:
A picture is worth a thousand dharmas. Thank you to whoever drew this wonderful image.
…that is the question.’
Or rather, do you need an altar to be a good Yogi, or not?
I’ve seen many an altar in my day, some of them all gold and sparkly, like the ones at the Samye Ling Buddhist Monestary in Scotland.
Whilst others were more modest, down to earth and homely, like in the meditation cabins at Vajrapani Institute in California.
But I’ve never had an altar of my own, partly because I’ve never had anywhere to put one, but mostly because I couldn’t see the point?
My path to yoga came via Buddhism, most of which was self taught, and though I visited the London Buddhist Vihara in Chiswick a few times, I never took part in any of their ceremonies or pujas. I’m not a big believer in ritual for ritual’s sake, preferring to concentrate on my own personal experience and inner growth.
It was only once I started studying with the Sivananda Organisation in London that I gained some experience in such things, and from that started to see some value in them.
Having an altar, or shrine, can be useful in that it gives you a focal point, somewhere physical you can concentrate your mental efforts. You place there items of significance, and pictures of your gurus, and they can help remind you of what you are trying to achieve and how best to go about it.
You shouldn’t blindly prostrate yourself before the altar because that’s what you’ve been told to do, Buddha was dead set against that sort of thing, but if it can help you further along your spiritual path then why not?
And that’s the thing you see, only you can say if having a shrine or altar will make you a better Yogi or not, because only you know if it will be an aid to you in your studies, or a hindrance?
And the same goes for having a guru:
Or in other words, if you think you need a Guru, get a Guru. And if you think you need a shrine, have a shrine.
When I moved into the last place I was staying I decided I’d like to have a wee altar to help concentrate my spiritual efforts. There was an old fireplace that seemed to be the perfect place for something like that, so I just picked up some bits and pieces from the local shops (vase, candle holders, etc.), bought an incense burner and some postcards of the swamis, wrapped a cardboard box in wrapping paper, et voila! One altar.
Y’see, these things don’t have to be all fancy. As long as you like them, and they have meaning for you, that’s all that matters.
And you can’t be too precious about these things either. I had to move house a few weeks ago, and so when my circumstances changed, so did my altar.
Not as nice as the one I had before maybe, but so what if it’s just a wee bit of space on a shelf? It’s a bit of space set aside in my life for spiritual pursuits; a reminder for me to do my sadhana, to keep in mind the values of my teachers, and to remember what I am trying to achieve and how best to go about it.
And if it can do all that, then it’s done it’s job admirably, and no mistake; which at the end of the day is all that matters really, isn’t it?
Since I got back from my big trip I’ve been up to all kinds of stuff, but you wouldn’t know that because I’ve also been a bit lax in my blogging.
I’ve also been a bit lax in doing my headstands too, having missed a number of prime opportunities for no other reason that either, A) I forgot, or B) I was just having too much fun.
But anyway, no more! I’m on a mission to reach 100, but to do that I need to catch up on the last few that I have done. And since some of them are for blog posts I haven’t written yet, they are also a wee taste of things to come.
So, let’s see if any of these tickle your fancy? ;)
From the Black Forest in Germany last year.
From my recent birthday trip to Iceland.
From my visit to the Warner Bros Harry Potter Studio Tour.
And from my visit to Stonehenge!
How about that little lot eh? :D
Now that they’re ‘on the line’ maybe it’ll motivate me to write about my adventures. Then again, maybe not. ..hehehe…
Either way, at least you got to enjoy them the once. ;)
Sunday morning, and time to rescue the trip after the let down of the night before. Life is a choice between what you will and won’t accept, and I was not going to start my fourth decade by accepting a vaguely disappointing tour as ‘good enough’.
We wanted to see a bit of the Icelandic landscape, so we book ourselves on a Golden Circle Tour. This promised us waterfalls, geysirs, and national parks (with tectonic plates!). Truth be told I’m not a big fan of coach trips, but needs must, and it’s what we could afford, so off we went.
Iceland is fairly empty, so it wasn’t long before we were out of Reykjavik and into the wilds.
Iceland is run on geothermal power pretty much. Well you would if you had such an abundance of energy at your disposal. We went past the local power plant, with it’s geothermal vents,
and zig-zag pipeline on wheels, that expands and contracts throughout the day, and so has to be that shape (and mobile) to stop it from breaking.
Oddly enough, the further in we went, the less snowy it got.
And we even got to see some of the legendary icepos! (albeit, from a distance).
First stop on the tour was the original Geysir (the one after which all other geysers are named).
Unfortunately it’s no longer active, after the land shifted and changed the underground plumbing.
But there’s another geyser next to it that goes off every 5-10 minutes, so you don’t miss out.
Plus there’s plenty of other pools and streams around about that are interesting in their own right. They’re either full of colour,
(the photo doesn’t do it justice), or amazingly clear,
or just strange and other-worldy!
I tried to get a headstand with the geyser, but it was tough getting the timing right, as you can see.
But that doesn’t mean we didn’t have fun,
and that was just the first part of the tour.
Next we hit up the Gullfoss waterfall, a whopper of a falls if ever there was one!
This time I did manage to get a headstand shot which I was pleased with.
And we got to see some more of the amazing local landscape.
Iceland really is another world.
And that wasn’t the end of it! Our final stop was to be the Pingvellir National Park.
Pingvellir is where the American and Eurasian tectonic plates meet, or rather bid each other a fond farwell, as they are constantly separating, making Iceland one of the few countries that is growing by inches year in and year out.
This is the North American plate,
and you can walk the divide, which is interesting, but not that impressive to look at,
until you get to the end, where you can watch the sun set over the lake, a truly rewarding sight.
And the sun going down marked the end of the tour. We hopped back on the bus to take the one hour drive back to Reykjavik.
On the way back we looked up at the clear skies and lamented. What a shame we hadn’t booked the Northern Lights Tour for that night. We were bound to see something. Such a pity to go home without getting a proper display. Of course, the answer was obvious! Do another tour!
The minute we got back to the hotel we booked a coach tour with the same company we’d just been out with, Reykjavik Excursions. Yes it meant more money, but at a third of the price of the 4×4 tour it was worth the risk. We went out for a quick curry, then soon we were back at the hotel preparing ourselves for another night out in the cold staring up at the sky.
I wasn’t going to be caught out this time. I wore my new wooly jumper, and yoga pants beneath my jeans for that extra layer of insulation. I also had my pockets full of what I consider to be essential aurora watching kit; camera, gorilla tripod, spare memory card, iPod containing Sigur Ros tunes, and cranberry chocolate.
We were picked up by the coach at our hotel, and after a stop off at the bus station to collect a few more people, we headed out of town.
Our first stop was not the most salubrious; basically a lay-by off the main road. We stood around for about half an hour waiting for something to happen,
but unfortunately no joy (and the nearly full moon didn’t help either).
Pretty soon we were back on the coach and off to the same car park where we’d ended our Golden Circle tour. Expectations were low, and people were slow, until someone exclaimed “It’s happening, right now, behind us!”, then the mad dash for the door began.
And not without just cause either. For the next hour we were treated to a full display right across the sky, which is much easier to show you than tell you about, so here it is.
And if you can make it out, here’s us getting our aurora on. ;)
I was very satisfied with that display. At least I now felt justified in saying I’ve seen the Northern Lights. Definitely got our money’s worth, and the coach experience wasn’t as diabolical as I thought it would be. We also got back in plenty of time to get a good night’s kip, which is always nice.
Our last day in Reykjavik we took it easy. Just wandered about a bit, seeing what we could see. We went up the cathedral tower and a got a good look at the city,
as well as some close ups of the cathedral clock.
We also did a good bit of shopping and eating,
ending up back at the Laundromat Cafe,
to try their veggie burger (of course, lol),
and a local treat called Sorer
which I couldn’t pronounce properly (apparently) and which tasted somewhere between a chocolate mousse and a coconut macaroon; ie: delicious!
We ended our final day in Iceland with a stroll along the water-front to our hotel,
before hitting the hay early. We had an early flight out, so much so in fact we thought we might see some more aurora before we left. But, alas, no luck. Instead this was out parting view of Reykjavik.
We had a great time in Iceland. Saw pretty much everything we wanted to see. I had hoped to get closer to some icepos along the way, but instead we had to settle for this picture of a poster at the airport, lol.
We both definitely want to go back in the summer, not only to experience the midnight sun, but to see the landscape at it’s best (ie: more green, less barren). That being said, Iceland any time of year is worth the trip. Just 3 hours from the UK, and not that expensive to get to, give it a go if you get the chance. You won’t regret it.
Well my friends. I am officially forty! I have begun a new decade. I tick a different box on the census form. I can justifiably start referring to people younger than me as ‘Kid’ (not that I have any intention of doing that, lol).
I wanted to do something special to mark the occasion. When I turned thirty I hired out a screening room in Soho and had a surprise showing of “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” for all my friends, before going on to a pub to play pool all night (still officially the coolest thing I have ever done).
This time I wanted to do something off my bucket list, and since it only contains two items, and I’ve already ridden an elephant, it’s off to see the Northern Lights I go!
There are a number of ways you can do this. You can fly to Norway and take a dog sled ride from your log cabin out to the middle of nowhere where you will enjoy a majestic display against a backdrop of icy tundra, for which you will pay through the nose; or you can fly to Iceland where you will be picked up from your hotel in Reykjakvik in a 4×4 with seat warmers and driven out to the countryside to hopefully see something magical. I chose the latter.
Checking the forecast a couple of days before everything looked good. There was a strong chance of there being some lights, and the cloud cover was low where we would be (Reykjavik is in the south west corner of Iceland, in case you were wondering). I was fairly confident of getting to see something, all I had to do was get there. That, though, would prove to be a close run thing!
Lena flew in the night before so that we could head out the next day from Gatwick. We stayed at a Travelodge nearby, which was quite comfy and even spacious enough for us both to do yoga at the same time.
It should have been a simple matter of jumping on the transfer shuttle, going to the airport, and going through security. But it seems the Gods had other plans.
I’d left some things I needed in the car – my book, trunks for the thermal pools, headphones for listening to Sigur Ros whilst viewing the lights – so I had to head back to the long term car park to get them before we left. Ok, perfectly do-able. But then the shuttle bus driver spent twenty minutes getting chatted up by some bloke at one of the hotels. I had to wait ages for the parking bus to come to take me to the car park. Going through security took a while as they decided they wanted to go through Lena’s entire bag. All in all we probably lost about an hour of free time just with faffing about.
But we still had time (I thought) for a bit of breakfast. After searching for somewhere that still did some kind of veggie fry up (it was past 11am and most places were on their lunch menu by now) we eventually found Armadillo, who could do something we both could enjoy.
NB: Our flight was at 12:30pm.
We told them we were in a hurry, and I’m sure they did their best, but it was getting close to noon by the time our food arrived.
We got it down us, paid, and started sauntering towards the gate, confident of having a good half an hour or so before departure. Then I saw the departure board.
“Iceland Air to Reykjavik – Gate Closed”
Then I heard the announcement.
“Would Keith Dickinson and Lena Muh.. Mehr… Mary? Please make their way to Gate 57 as the flight is now ready to depart.”
Cue the two of us pelting through Gatwick Airport, luggage bouncing around behind us, weaving through the Duty Free section at full speed trying not to kill anyone along the way. Thank God our gate was right near the terminal and not one of those ones that’s miles away! We turned a corner and there it was. That was a relief, let me tell you.
As we apologetically gave them our boarding cards I saw one of them call down to another member of staff who was obviously on her way to close the doors. It was closer than I had thought. Still twenty minutes to our departure time mind you, but anyway. You can’t argue with them. Airlines have their own sense of time.
We got on the plane and, to save time, they gave us a mini upgrade to two standard seats right by the door with more legroom. Well, I say mini upgarde, it was more like, “These two are free. Sit here!” ..lol.. Either way, we weren’t complaining. We were just happy to be on the flight.
It’s three hours from Gatwick to Keflavik, a nifty little flight that starts off by taking you most the way up England before cutting through between Scotland and Ireland.
We had fun monkeying around on the flight, discussing how nice it would be if you could jump out the window and bounce around on the clouds,
and trying to take a selfie that wasn’t terrible.
It wasn’t long before we got our first look at Iceland.
And then we were coming in to land.
The coach from the airport to Reykjavik took 45 minutes, and from the bus station to our hotel even longer. But finally we made it to the FossHotel Baron, which was right by the water, and which had a view ‘remarkably’ similar to the one we had in Queenstown, NZ.
Check out the crazy geothermal hot water.
They pump it up straight out of the ground straight to your home. No messing with it, nothing. Which is awesome, but does mean your shower will smell a bit eggy! Something which we never stopped finding amusing. If there was laughter coming from the bathroom that was usually why. :)
Daylight hours are short in Iceland in February, so once we were settled in we just had enough time for a bit of a walk before going to get some food.
Lena had printed out the listings from Happy Cow so we had plenty of places to choose from. We ate at Piccolo Italia, a lovely little place that did us some garlic bread, two pizzas, a tiramisu, and some delicious almond tea for just under 8000Kr.
The food was excellent, and a great way to start our stay. We took a few shots of Reykjavik at night on our circuitous way back to the hotel (I think we got a little lost, lol),
and by the end I was happy to retire having had a very successful, if slightly frantic, last day as a thirty nine year old.
I started my forties as I mean to go on, with a long lie in!
Actually, that’s me doing some yin yoga on the bed because my back was acting up a bit.Talk about feeling your age, lol. Really did the trick though. I felt loads better after that.
While I was doing that Lena did some proper yoga.
Of course all that yoga meant we were too late for the hotel breakfast, but we consoled ourselves with a brunch type thing at the Laundromat Cafe.
I had pina colada tea,
Lena had a veggie burger,
and I had their ‘clean’ veggie brunch (the ‘dirty’ being full of meat).
It was pretty nice, and really set us up for the day.
Because we would be out late that night we’d earmarked most of the day for wandering and shopping. Not that I bought much that day. I was more into looking around the city, checking out the cool architecture and the excellent views.
The bit I was most looking forward to was my birthday cake at Cafe Babalu! :D
We’d seen there was a vegan carrot cake on the menu, and I couldn’t wait to give it a try.
Lena had brought a candle to stick on top, so I had to document the occasion,
before blowing it out and making a wish.
The cake was excellent! As was the soy hot chocolate. And we really liked the cafe too. From it’s crazy decor,
to it’s Star Wars themed bathroom, we enjoyed being there so much we decided to come right back after walking off the cake to have have something to eat before the evening’s main attraction – the Northern Lights.
I’d booked a Northern Lights 4×4 tour because I didn’t want to be stuck on a big coach with loads of other people. I thought it would be more personal, and that we’d go to more out of the way places, and hence have a better chance of a good show. I was partly right.
We were picked up from our hotel and driven out to a kind of lay-by, where we waited for the other two vehicles in our group to arrive.
Our first attempt at seeing anything involved a bumpy off road drive up this icy valley.
It became apparent quite early on that it was too cloudy up that way and we probably wouldn’t have much luck. So instead our guides decided to hit the road and do a sprint north to try and find clearer skies.
This involved a 6km drive under the sea.
Emerging on the other side of the bay, we had a quick pit-stop,
then we were off again into the middle of nowhere.
We ended up parked up this dirt road in what was basically some farmland. There’d been some activity along the way, so we were hoping for some light. Unfortunately, the cloud, which had been moving off, came in again. And though we saw a bit through the gaps, it wasn’t what we were hoping for.
Here’s the pics I took. Let me tell you, it looks more impressive on camera than it did in real life.
As you can see, there’s something, but nothing amazing. I had hoped that the tour company’s guarantee meant they would take us out again the next night, but that was it apparently (one of the reasons I’m not advertising them here). I mean it was an ok tour, and we did see some light, but I was hoping for so much more, and I certainly didn’t feel like I’d got my money’s worth.
It was 1am by the time we got back, and we were so tired after standing out in the cold for hours that we just passed out in the warmth of our room and got ourselves some well earned rest.
There’s a quote from the I-Ching, the Chinese Book Of Changes, that I like to keep to mind:
It often goes with another one in my head:
I had big plans for this weekend when I woke up this morning. I was going to drive to Pirbright to see a friend of mine that I haven’t seen in ages, having lunch there before heading off to a late yoga class at the London Sivananda Centre.
Then tomorrow I was going to do some shopping, do a bit of online work, and then go along to the Sunday evening Satsang at the afore mentioned yoga centre. I was looking forward to all that. Then this happened:
The YHA where I’m staying in Cheshunt is in the Lee Valley Park area, and there’s only one way in and out; and that’s it. It seems they’re tearing up the level crossing all weekend, and there’s just no other way in or out.
And so I find myself somewhat stuck, unable to leave until Monday morning, and certainly unable to follow any of my plans to fruition. It’s safe to say I was a little frustrated first thing this morning.
But, ultimately, what can you do? I can go nowhere, so why fight it? So, once I’d booked another two nights here, and changed my booking at the YHA in Holland Park, I went out and rewarded myself with a veggie fry-up at the cafe over the road. And y’know what, it was lovely! :)
Being stuck has been somewhat of a pleasurable experience. I’ve done my washing, caught up on the latest Big Bang Theory, done a full yoga session with proper relaxation, and I’m feeling pretty good at the moment. Later I’m going to download a movie and watch it while I have supper, all before an early night.
You’ve got to go with what happens in life. Fighting against it will get you nowhere. That’s how I now find myself back doing TV work to earn a bit of money. It’s not where I want to be, but I’m a few grand in debt so I need to do something to sort that out.
Plus I need a bit of seed money for my future yoga experiences, including something to keep me going while I get my teaching off the ground. Quite how or where that teaching will be I don’t know yet, but I’ll figure that out when the time comes.
For the moment I’m living out of my car and staying at Youth Hostels. It’s not a bad way to be, though I wouldn’t mind being able to stay in one place for a while. And the dorm room thing can be a bit of a pain, especially when I’m on night shifts. Every now and then I treat myself to a room in a Travelodge; coz I’m worth it, lol.
As for future plans, in February I’ll be turning forty, so to celebrate my girlfriend and I are flying to Iceland to see the Northern Lights. I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to that. I don’t have many things on my Bucket List, but that’s definitely one of them. It’ll be great. I just hope they make an appearance!
Unfortunately though, before I booked that, I got rid of the lovely beard I’ve been cultivating since Australia.
I took the above photo as a record of how full it got before I got rid of it.
I kind of miss it now it’s gone, I got used to playing with it, and it certainly kept my face warm. I’ve no doubt I’ll miss it greatly when the Icelandic wind-chill factor kicks in! Still, if I can get to see the Aurora Borealis it’ll be worth the discomfort.
And I think that’s about it for now. Just a quick update on what I’m up to at the moment. Once I have more news you’ll be the first to know.
Keep an eye out for the Iceland post, coming some time after the 8th of Feb (my birthday, ;) ).
Well, my fellow yogis, it’s a new year and time for a new beginning. Time to make new plans, do new things, and go new places. But in order to do that properly we need to put the old to rest. :)
So here’s the last post from my travels of last year. This is what I got up to on my week in Singapore, as I waited to fly back to London. And since it was so long ago, and my memory ain’t what it used to be (I’m getting old y’know – I’ll be forty in February!), it’ll mostly be a post in pictures, with a few comments on the side.
I flew out from Bali. I love flying, even if I get a bit nervous over open water, and I wasn’t the only one fascinated by the take off.
I finally got to have a good look at Bali,
but as we left it’s beautiful countryside behind,
it was time to get down to business.
It’s unnerving to read that a country reserves the right to kill you! Only when I read that did I remember that Singapore is the country that imprisons you for spitting (though when I was there I saw at least on person do it and get away with it). Made me a little uncertain about what lay ahead.
I was staying at the YHA, which was in fact part of a Butlins type resort. Meant it was full of people and noisy a lot of the time. And there was no kitchen so you had to eat out. But at least there was a bit of space in the room to do yoga.
There wasn’t actually much I wanted to do in Singapore. It was just a stop-over on my way back to London. I planned on visiting the Raffles Hotel, and when I found out there was a Universal Studios there I wanted to go there too!, but apart from that the only other thing I was interested in seeing was the Singapore Flyer.
It was a bit rainy in Singapore when I was there, like thundery rainy, so I had to pick the least wet day to go. Even so it still ended up being a bit gray and miserable. Still, wotcha gonna do?
Here’s the whole thing in pictures. They’re fairly self explanatory so I won’t bore you with too many words. Not that I knew what I was looking at anyway, lol. It’s was just a load of stuff to me.
A city of constant construction,
and occasional Formula 1 races.
A shipping hub.
A centre for commerce.
Of course I did a headstand at the top, taken by one of these two gentlemen.
It was a tough shoot, with the flat gray light. The out-takes were good,
but this is the ‘official’ headstand shot. Number 68 in the series.
(I plan on reaching 100 this year! ;))
Coming in to land.
While I was there I went to have a look at some of the crazy buildings they have round there.
On the left is a hotel with a garden on the roof, and on the right is an art gallery. I was interested in visiting both, but they were too expensive, so i just hung around outside soaking up the atmosphere.
A couple of days later it was time for something I was really looking forward to; Universal Studios!
I was keen to see how it compared to the one in LA. Of course it wouldn’t be the same, but I wanted to see the differences.
I started off easy, with a stand and watch experience.
But it wasn’t long before I was strapping myself in for the ride! :D
The Transformers ride was the same as in LA, which isn’t a bad thing. I loved the one in LA, and i loved the one here too.
The Battlestar Gallactica ride would have been awesome I reckon, but it was raining too much for the outdoor rides to be open unfortunately. :(
I did the Revenge of the Mummy,
which I forgot how scary it was, lol. And I did a couple of Jurassic Park rides.
The Rapids Adventure,
at which I took distinct advantage of their Single Rider queue jumping policy! :D
The ride ends with a big drop into water at the end,
at which I got absolutely soaked! ..lol..
After a very disappointing bit of food I hit the Madagascar ride.
It was more for kids but I was on a roll and wanted to do as many rides as I could.
The best laugh was when I came out to find these guys knocking about.
Of course I had to finish off with the Waterworld show.
I really enjoyed the one in LA, so would this one be any different?
First up, the guys did a great job of warming the audience up, even going as far as having a bit of audience participation.
Then the real show began.
Ending of course with the grand finale!
And a smoky finale it was too!
After all that excitement there was just time for a cup of tea and a slice of cake,
and a quick stroll along the fake walk of fame,
before it was time to head home.
My last day in Singapore I headed back to the Loving Hut in Suntec City for a final good meal (almost, the airport would hold a nice surprise for me later).
Yup, that’s another burger, lol.
Then it was time to check out the Raffles Hotel.
I was tempted to have a Singapore Sling, but the place was so rammed with tourists, and I don’t drink anyway, that I decided to give it a miss.
And that was it really. I headed out the next day. There were a few other things I did, like some nice food I had,
and some rather un-yogic amusement I got from the funny shop names, lol,
but mostly that’s what I got up to when it wasn’t raining.
I had one final amazing meal at the airport,
which I thought was a real bargain!
Really sorted me out for the long flight home. Thanks again Happy Cow.
And with that I boarded the plane,
boarded a train,
and hopped on Shank’s Pony,
to wend my way back home. :)
And that concludes the post for my epic trip around the world. There’ll be another post coming soon outlining what I’m up to now (back at work) and what my plans are (Iceland, Germany, France), but for now I’ll just say Happy New Year and have a great 2014! :)
I’m currently bombing around the south of England, staying in hostels, and doing the odd bit of TV work here and there, so there’s not much interesting to report at the moment (but maybe soon…!).
So anyway, it’s time for a little bit of retro blogging. And as the nights draw in, and the air turns cold, what better thing to contemplate than good, tasty food in warmer, sunnier climes?
I really didn’t expect Bali to be a haven for vegan food, but to my delight I was more than pleasantly surprised. Perhaps it was the fact that I was in Ubud, the more hippy part of the island, but when it came to vegan places to eat (and vegan options) I was spoilt for choice!
I won’t go into the many pizza places and curry houses that could and would easily, and happily, make minor adjustments to their vegetarian options to make them vegan. Instead I’m going to highlight the best three vegan eateries I came across on my many bimbles around Ubud.
The Yoga Barn Cafe
Naturally, this place I came across after doing a bit of yoga at the yoga barn below. Actually, from where you sit you get a nice view of the Yoga Barn itself, and the so-called ‘amphitheatre’ space in front of it.
It’s a nice place to sit, but though there seems to be plenty of room, I went there twice to eat only to find two of the big tables were reserved and all the rest were full, and so I had to abandon the idea. With that in mind, if you do fancy giving it a go, time your arrival for at least five minutes before one of the yoga classes turfs out.
As is often the way when I am somewhere new (and when there’s the possibility) I plumped for the burger. In my year of traveling I’ve had them in San Francisco, Santa Monica, Toodyay, Perth (twice), Pemberton, Adelaide, Byron Bay, New Plymouth and Queenstown, so why should Ubud be any different? :)
It didn’t come in a bun, but in a kind of pitta bread, which makes it more of a lentil patty than a burger in my book. But anyway…
Actually, the pitta proved useful, as the ‘burger’ – as so many other lentil burgers do – tended to fall to pieces when you bit into it. So having a pocket of bread to catch it in was kind of handy.
Integrity aside, the burger itself was pretty tasty. One of those ones that you can tell was put together from healthy ingredients, and so is good for you. I can’t complain about the quality of what I actually managed to get in my mouth.
I washed it down with a mint smoothie that was, as advertised, just a big bunch of mint blended with a lot of ice. It did the trick, not only quenching my thirst, but garnering the admiration of those around me, lol. To be admired for your choice of beverage is an odd thing indeed!
For dessert (and let’s be honest, the real reason I was there!) I had a raw mixed berry ‘cheesecake'; one of the many delicious desserts they had on offer.
It was, quite simply, excellent. I’d have it again and again. Then I’d have some more, and probably regret it. But then I’d take some home as well. It’s a good cake.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t the sort of place for you to indulge too much. Unlike a lot of Ubud, they know their clientele has money, and they set their prices accordingly. I’d say their prices were a good twenty percent above everywhere else. That’s not to say they weren’t serving quality food, and probably paid extra for good ingredients, but just so you know there’s cheaper places to go.
The Vegan Warung
The Loving Hut is one of those chain restaurants that I seek out wherever I am. The politics of their ‘religion’ might be a bit… unorthodox, but you can’t deny they do a nice bit of scran; if a little heavy on the mock meats.
So far I’ve been to the ones in Hong Kong, Camden (London), San Francisco (three of them), Los Angeles, Auckland, New Plymouth, and Singapore (to come in a future post). So with such a variety of locations, it should be no surprise they’ve made it to Bali as well.
Actually, the place I went to wasn’t called The Loving Hut, but the Vegan Warung (‘warung’ basically meaning cafe). Not that they were any different from the others. Same choice of menu – being vegan food; the actual options vary greatly depending on what country you’re in – and the ubiquitous TV in the corner playing often off-putting programs.
I liked it better than some of the other Loving Huts I’ve been in to be honest. It had it’s own low-key style, and thanks to that it was nice and comfy being there.
I had the nasi goreng, which is a kind of noodley thing. It was so good it barely touched the sides going down. I was absolutely starving when I went there! Thankfully, by the time I left, I was quite satiated.
I washed it down with a bit of green tea, a pot of which put out a good three cups or so.
It was a good, simple meal, that cost me about 39,000 IDR (that’s £2:10 to you and me! – 2:50 EUR, 3:35 USD, 3:60 AUD).
I was glad I’d stuck with the walking mission to get there, along Jalan Raya Ubud (east, away from the Palace). It’s further out than any of the maps make out. Not a million miles, but enough to make you doubt yourself. It’s worth the effort, but I’d be sure to pop to the loo before you head back: Not because of the distances involved though, but because it’s so darn cute. ;)
Sari Organik was recommended by the two American girls I met doing the elephant ride, and with it’s mix of vegan food and out of the way location amongst the rice paddies of Bali how could I stay away? I’d been itching to get amongst the terraces all week, and if I could walk there myself, well all the better.
The walk itself would test my navigation skills to their utmost. With no Google Maps to rely on (not that it’s the most reliable for Ubud anyway) I was reduced to doing it old school; scribbling things on freebie maps.
X marks the spot I was trying to get to, up near the top of the map, and my start point was somewhere off the bottom of the page, just below the Yoga Barn (the green blob near the bottom right corner). It’s a heck of a walk, but I had all day and nothing else to do, so I was in no rush.
Thankfully, my old orienteering skills kicked in. You’ll see on the left I’ve marked Campuan Bridge. I was confident of getting to Jalan Raya Ubud, the main road, and so I knew that if I headed along there and got as far as a bridge I’d gone too far. That gave me a small selection of turnings to choose from. One of them would be the one I wanted for sure. Would that life were so simple, lol. :)
I wandered past the turning I needed to take at least once. That’s because it wasn’t so much a proper road as a bit of a semi-private side street. I only investigated it as the two girls had said that the path to Sari Organik as a bit obscure, but if it wasn’t for this sign up near the end of the ‘street’
I doubt I would have ventured much further.
But now I was on the right path, and with a lack of deviations (thank God), all I had to do was walk and I was there.
Despite being hungry, I actually didn’t mind not knowing if I’d find it or not. I was also there to see rice paddies, and there was certainly no shortage of them!
It was a good 5-10 minute walk up the narrow path to Sari Organik, and not only were there fascinating views to enjoy, but there were many scooters whizzing past to keep you on your toes!
Scooters are a primary form of transport in Bali, and they’re also quite popular with visiting foreigners, but I’ve no idea why? Honestly, walking round Ubud, I’ve never seen so many people with scrapes and breaks on their knees and elbows. Seems like a lethal occupation to me.
Anyway, it wasn’t long until I reached Sari Organik.
The sign and gigantic rock were fairly obvious, but just in case you weren’t paying attention they even had their name written on the path itself.
Inside was lovely and open,
and even though the balcony (the place to be!) was all full,
I managed to get myself a prime spot in the corner with some excellent views.
Now here’s where I show my Bad Blogger habits (and we get an abject lesson in taking notes). I can’t for the life of me remember what it was I ate! I mean I got a photo. This is it:
But I can’t tell you what it was called? I just can’t remember. I think it was something beginning with C, but that’s the best I can do. I mean you can see from the picture, there’s some tofu stuff in yellow stuff, some tempura vegetables, some rice, a fried veggie patty thing, and some nutty creation (the brown stuff at the back), but that’s the best I can do I’m afraid.
I can tell you it was lovely though. A nice mix of food, very fresh, and very tasty. I approve of my random choice, even if I can’t remember what it was called. :)
What wasn’t so tasty was the chocolate sorbet I had.
I treated myself to a dessert after the mission to get there, but I wish I hadn’t. It was just plain nasty. I tried a few bits and then shoved it aside, utterly convinced that chocolate was not meant to be a sorbet, ever!, and whoever was responsible for this monstrosity should be punished. Ok, so I’m exaggerating a little, but the fact remains: Don’t eat the chocolate sorbet!
Thankfully I had another minty green drink to wash the taste away. Similar to the one I had at Yoga Barn, this had some other green stuff in it besides mint, but what it was I couldn’t say. It too escapes me. It was good though, that much I do remember.
Of the three meals I’m outlining in this post this was the middle priced of the three. Value for money, and not just because of the walk, I’d recommend going there any time.
COMPETITION TIME: How many chicks can you spot in this picture?
No prize other than your own smug self-satisfaction. Answers in the comments section below please. :)
After the meal I went for a wander further up the track, just to see what was there. And, in no particular order, here’s a few of the shots I took that you might like.
And my favourite three pics I took on my long, nay epic, walk along the Sari Organik path:
That was my personal mantra as I left the house for nearly fifteen years;
“Money, keys, wallet, travelcard.”
I can even tell you which pocket they all went in.
I’m flashing back to that now as I’m once more back in London. Actually, I’m kind of back back in London, as I got here a month ago, was here for two weeks, then went to Germany for two weeks to see my girlfriend.
But now I’m back in England for a while now, so I thought it was time for a bit of an update.
After Bali I did a week in Singapore. There’ll be a blog post about that, as there will be one about vegan food in Ubud, but since I expect the next few weeks to be relatively quiet, I’ll be doing them retrospectively to keep things interesting.
From Singapore I flew back to London when I spent a couple of weeks at a friend’s house, with a short side trip to move my things out of storage and up to my parent’s place (a trip that cost me nearly £1000 after the van I was driving got pranged along the way – I’m not happy about that).
Then I went to Germany for two weeks to see Lena. We had a nice time in and around Freiburg, culminating in a trip to Europa Park (also soon to be the subject of it’s own blog post).
Now I’m back in London, but only until the weekend when I go back to Carlisle to see about getting my car back on the road.
So what’s the situation right now? Well, I’m about £1500 in debt, with £500 in the bank. I’m trying to line up some freelance shifts at my old place of work, just six of which would wipe out the debt and put me in a much better position, but they are slow in coming, and anything I do now I won’t see the cash for for ages.
Plan A is to work freelance at my old profession, clearing debt and making money, whilst staying at Youth Hostels and using my car to get from place to place (storing my stuff in the boot).
Plan B, which I am implementing now on a short term basis, is to stay with my family for a while until Plan A kicks in. Not ideal as I’ll be a long way from London, but a lot cheaper than staying in hostels (and cheap is what I need).
Plan C. Should the freelancing thing not pan out, I could always spend some time working at the London Sivananda Centre. They’re keen for people at the moment apparently, and staying there wouldn’t cost me anything. Unfortunately it would also mean I couldn’t earn any money, as it would be like a full time job, so that would make it difficult to service my current debt.
Plan D – the last resort: Get a proper job. That means going back full time at the profession I am trying to get away from, to clear my debt and make some cash. This would also probably involve signing a contract on somewhere to live and staying there for a while, as I need some stability if I’m going to be working full time. But as you can tell, I do not want to do this. It would kind of negate the point of the whole big adventure/change in the first place.
But lets not concentrate on that. Lets look towards the ideal. To that end, I remain currently footloose and fancy free, on the look out for ways to make a bit of cash and places I can stay short term.
So if you’re in and around London, or anywhere in the UK for that matter, and you have a bit of work that needs doing, or are in need of a cat sitter for a while, just let me know. I am at your service. :)
And as for long long term…
I’ll be honest, I don’t know. I was very excited about the idea of living in New Zealand. But I realise that as long as there’s mountains and lakes I really don’t care where I am. Both Canada and Sweden would serve equally as well.
I still want to spend some time writing, see if I can make a go of that. And I would like to start teaching yoga on a regular basis, though until I am settled that could prove to be a little challenging.
Truth be told, I don’t know what I want just yet. There are too many imponderables, and my brain is taken up with the day to day of things for now, rather than the long term. But I promise, when I know, you’ll know. I can’t say fairer than that now can I? ;)
If you’re in Ubud, and have some time on your hands, chances are you’re going to do some yoga at least once. There’s loads of it about, and there are many shops selling all kinds of paraphernalia you didn’t know you needed.
Chances are also pretty good that you’ll end up doing it at the Yoga Barn, Ubud’s biggest yoga establishment. I went there several times, and each time a good proportion of the class was new to Yoga Barn, and many of them had never done yoga before.
Getting there can be half the fun, especially considering some of the ‘maps’ they have available in Bali (NB: Google Maps – very unreliable!).
Never mind the pot-holed pavements,
the streets and shops in Ubud aren’t the best sign posted. Thankfully though, the information gleaned from their website that they were “…just behind Siam Sally…”
proved to be not only accurate but easy to follow (even if the map on their Find Us page is oriented different to every other map of Ubud I saw).
Even so, “just behind” stretched the meaning of the phrase a little bit.
But since I was there to be stretched who was I to complain? ..lol..
You arrive at an upper reception area, but the reception for classes is down at the ‘barn’ itself, so they sent me down the stairs and through the restaurant (I’ll be reviewing that on my next post; ‘Vegan Ubud’), where I was surprised to find this waiting for me.
I had no idea it was so big. But I guess that’s one of the joys of building somewhere like Bali, they’ve got the space to let your imagination run wild, and it’s fairly affordable.
I did four lessons there while I was in Ubud. I had bought a five class card – 450,000IDR = £25 – and though they do have a massive class schedule, there were only a few types of yoga I really wanted to try out, some of which I’m afraid were too early and sleep got the better of me. Well, I was on holiday after all. :)
There are two main asana halls, a smaller one at the back of reception, and a massive one upstairs,
and I ended up having two different classes in each of them. Here’s what I got up to;
Yin Yoga with Tina
I’d been looking forward to doing some proper Yin Yoga since I first did it atop the Sydney Tower Eye, so this was the first class I went for. It was similar to what I’d done before, but this time we used a lot more bolsters and blocks to support our bodies.
Because there were so many new people Tina gave an excellent explanation of the purpose of Yin Yoga, and how it works – holding the poses for longer to soften up the connective tissue of the joints – before we got down to the asanas themselves.
Unfortunately I didn’t do so well in the postures as she concentrated a lot on the hips, and there were a lot of forward bends which I just can’t do. My hamstrings are too tight and I can’t even sit upright with my legs out in front of me, never mind getting any part of me on my knees/thighs.
I enjoyed the class, and I’m glad I went, but I was looking forward to something a bit more vigorous the next time.
Restorative Yoga with Tina (again)
Unfortunately I slept through the class I was going to attend, the Morning Flow at 7am, so instead I went for the Restorative Yoga session, as it was the only one I could fit into my schedule that day.
This one was upstairs, in the early evening, and we had the same teacher as the day before (this was her normal lesson; I think yesterday she had been filling in).
Our lesson started with us donning mozzie repellant, as we were warned they would be coming out in about 30 minutes. They were right, they did, but not so you’d really notice, or at least I didn’t anyway.
I had hoped that ‘restorative’ would mean ‘invigorating’, or ‘energising’, but in fact it was meant ‘resting’ and ‘relaxing’. To be honest, it turned out to be very similar to the Yin Yoga of the day before. A few different asanas, but also a lot of the same forward bends we’d done previously, so once again I wasn’t able to get the full benefit because of my intractable hamstrings.
Yoga Nidra with Gypsy
After my previous two lessons I really wanted to do something more vigorous and challenging. However, there was only one opportunity to have a go at Yoga Nidra in the schedule, and that came the next day. So off to that I went!
Yoga Nidra, for want of a better explanation, is like one big, long, final relaxation. There’s a bit of breathing, and some meditation, but the lion’s share of the lesson is done lying in shavasana, which we did length-ways on a bolster with the soles of our feet together and cushions supporting our knees.
There’s to be no strain while you do it. The idea is to mentally relax every part of the body, and with that the mind, taking the time to do it in great detail and often imagining different types of light at different areas. The final part is a relaxation of the mind, sending it out into the Universe and allowing yourself to feel a certain oneness with everything.
Yes, I know, very hippy, lol. But I tell you what, it was very interesting to do. And I didn’t fall asleep once, which is amazing (for me anyway, hehehe). I came close a few times, but I managed to stay focused and not let The Snooze over-take me.
At the end I felt quite relaxed, and a wee bit spaced out. The teacher recommended taking it easy as you headed back into the world, and I could see why. If you hadn’t done this kind of thing before it’d be too easy to wander off into traffic or something equally as dangerous. So everyone took a moment to have a sit down and a drink of water before once more braving the insane roads and crazy drivers of Ubud’s tiny roadways.
Hatha Flow with Carlos
So, Hatha Flow. Finally I was going to get the exercise I had been craving. Well you know what they say, be careful what you wish for…
Hatha I was familiar with. It’s what you do at the Sivananda Centres. Flow I’d heard about, mostly in the context of Vinyasa (though I’ve yet to do a Vinyasa class as it doesn’t sound like the thing for me). How the two related to each other I didn’t know?
What we ended up doing was a lot of asanas in a big long sequence, our ‘relaxation’ being to hold ourselves in Down Dog (Inverted V) before moving on to the next bit.
Again there was a lot of people of mixed ability in the class, and I noticed a few left early, though whether it was because of the yoga or they had somewhere to be I don’t know. The teacher was very enthusiastic, and obviously knowledgeable, but he didn’t explain things in great detail sometimes, and his accent was a little hard to follow too, so much so that even I got confused now and then (and I kind of know what I’m doing, so it must have been especially difficult for new beginners).
But mostly it was ok. The asanas were quite challenging, though he gave alternatives for those of us (notice I said ‘us’, lol) who weren’t quite up to it. I found it hard not having as much relaxation as I’m used to, and had to bow out now and then to just rest up in Child’s Pose (the suggested alternative to Down Dog). But by then end of it I felt like I’d gotten the workout I’d been after, and then some, and I was glad I’d gone to the class.
After each class it was nice to just hang around the centre for a bit, relaxing and re-hydrating before heading back out into the world. There are loads of little nooks and crannies you can deposit yourself away in, not to mention the excellent cafe that I frequented on more than one occasion.
That’s the real plus of the Yoga Barn I reckon, having somewhere quiet to hang out in Ubud, away from all the hustle and bustle of the main road. We all need that bit of time out now and then, and the restorative power of somewhere peaceful to sit and relax should never be under-estimated. :)