Ten years after qualifying as a yoga teacher I finally realised a dream - to travel to the birthplace of yoga.
I have been planning this trip for over 18 months and by the time we landed at Manchester Airport at some ungodly hour on a January morning I was so overexcited I took off this beautiful blue scarf somewhere and lost it.
Hey ho, it was good while it lasted!
I am so nesh and I hate to be cold so I wore a long dress that hid a pair of jeans and a thermal layer underneath.My North Face jacket was in my bag.
After this photo was taken we had two flights to contend with. The first to Doha and the second to Trivandrum which was just 40 minutes from the Keralan fishing village we had chosen as our base.
We arrived at 3.30am to find the hotel porter fast asleep on a table and a lizard lounging in our room.
We were so tired we collapsed in our bed.
But to paraphrase Guy Garvey when we woke we threw those curtains wide and from our balcony we knew that we had more than one day like this for this year.
Howe glorious is that view from our bed?
We wasted not time getting dressed and after breakfast we ventured out for a walk across the bay. This beach is called Lightouse Beach for obvious reasons and it was one of the buesiest beaches around.
It didn't take long to get the bikini out as the temperature was nudging 36 C!
We spent the first day exploring with a few pit stops for refreshments.
We watched the sunset from the bar of our hotel.
Don't you just love those first 24 hours when your holiday stretches ahead and there is nothig to do for the next 14 days but relax,explore and chill. More of that in later posts.
For my first meal out I wore:
Skirt - Monsoon
Sandals - Zara
Bag - a beach in Marbella many moons ago.
Top - crocheted by me.
