Old friends, old habits.

One year ago, I arrived in Nicaragua after spending over a week in Nevada dessert dancing with strangers in the Playa Dust at Burning Man festival. I knew nothing about the country and was struck by a moment of what the hell just happened to me and I’m so far from home! I was still recovering from my accident and knew nothing about the country. My senses were peaking and I noticed every tiny ounce of energy around me. On my first day walking down the street, I literally bumped into two friends from home, Nancy and Ben. Guarding f-ing angels. Needless to say, we got busy catching up on lost time and a week passed by in a blur.

When I finally acknowledged it was time to move on to my volunteer / ashram / eco-community project I started the long trek to my volcano home across land and water to Isla Ometepe.  I was carrying a large backpack with contents suitable for potential volcano hiking, backpacking, city living, hot and cold conditions as well as the remnants of Burning Man. Having far too many contents, I also had a satchel and was juggling all of this with a bicycle that I thought would be awesome to ride around the volcanic island on. The most valuable item in this mix, which was reminiscent of a turtle on wheels, was a hand drawn map with instructions on how to walk to my target via back paddocks stretching across a volcano. The last few weeks had taken their toll on me and I was on the brink of giving up. Out of nowhere, anything guardian angel appeared in front of me. An Aussie guy from Melbourne. He left his girlfriend up in the states to come to Nicaragua for a visa run and we shared the trek to the island together. He took one look at me, my bags, my bike and then made it his personal mission to get me to Inanitah. Together we trekked across the side of the volcano laden in bags and doing our best to decipher the map.

Not knowing what to expect on the arrival to this far off land, as we walked through the gate I was greeted by Michael. A 29 year old guy from Sydney. You’ve got to be kidding me, the world IS a small place.

And the Melbourne guy? Just proved himself even more of a guide by catching the gigantic pig who had just broken free with his bare hands, explaining that he grew up on a pig farm. And just like that, he disappeared. Gratitude to whoever sent that gem my way!

Fast forward one year. I am in my final days of my Yoga Teacher Training in Rishikesh, India and who turns up on my doorstep – Michael, now 30 years young. It’s so nice to feel a familiar and knowing smile and embrace. So much has changed in that year and both of us have come to new strengths. I’m seeing things come back to a full circle.

We celebrate by heading out to an open jam session and drink Chai served in coffee cups. Hard-f*ing-core.

 

When an old friend turns up at the end of your Yoga Teacher Training in the middle of India, jump on and enjoy the ride!

When an old friend turns up at the end of your Yoga Teacher Training in the middle of India on an Enfield, just jump on and enjoy the ride!

 

Celebrating the arrival of friends by heading out to an open jam. Appreciating the talents all around me.

Celebrating the arrival of friends by heading out to an open jam. Appreciating the talents all around me.

 

Ah, India. If only this photograph could capture the streaming water leaking out from every surface. The cistern, the bowl, the pipes, the wall, the floor. Toilet paper clogging the plumbing, mould growing up the walls. Its by some miracle that I haven't come down ill!

Ah, India. If only this photograph could capture the streaming water leaking out from every surface. The cistern, the bowl, the pipes, the wall, the floor. Toilet paper clogging the plumbing, mould growing up the walls. Its by some miracle that I haven’t come down ill!