Greetings from Hong Kong!
We had a super late night last night... as these on-the-road shoots go, most of the prep takes place in our makeshift office in every hotel business centre (remember Barcelona?). It was no different this time around. By the time we were done and ready for dinner, it was midnight. Yup, dinner at midnight. Thank goodness this is Asia where places stay open till late. I would've much preferred retiring on my own with some room service but we had a client with us so I couldn't be a hermit.
Back in my room at 1.30am, I checked out the Ashtanga places here. I thought Pure Yoga would at least have Mysore classes - but the one nearest to me doesn't. The next best alternative? Going to the only authorized teacher here, at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.
Yup... Pretty weird huh? An Ashtanga Yoga Shala in a hotel spa?! How positively luxurious! (And yes, he's the only authorized one in this town). I figured I had to try it even though it's ridiculously expensive. The next couple of days will be actual shoot days with no chance of any practice. And I'm also really crapping my pants about how unprepared I will be for Mysore come January. I have completely dropped off the practice wagon AGAIN!!
So when I woke up and was getting ready for my hotel-shala experience this morning, guess what happens? One of the guys on my team calls me - his wife's water just broke!!!
So I've spent the better part of this morning trying to get him back home to Amsterdam as quickly as possible. What with the European weather shutting down airports and the general chaos that throws travel bookings into, he's currently booked to arrive in Amsterdam 24 hours later. Not good enough. So I'm still trying. (Can you imagine missing the birth of your child because you're shooting a TV commercial?! It's ridiculous! ...Granted she wasn't due for another few more weeks, but still!!)
Since I was all dressed in my yoga gear and was ready to head out the door when I got his call, I figured I might as well attempt some hotel-room-yoga instead. Not quite a hotel-shala, but the next best thing.
I didn't bring my mat with me (trying to pack as lightly as possible coz I've had to pack for both Summer and Winter, remember!), so the hotel carpet had to suffice. Check out my practice space (yup, that stripey spot on the carpet was my "mat"):
Downward Dog on bare carpet is RIDICULOUS. In order not to slip and slide, I had to shorten my stance. I had to outwardly rotate the arms a lot more and use those more, rather than the shoulders. I'm not sure if this is "right" or "wrong" (or if there's such a thing), but it sure felt different. Oh - and it was hard to stay present and focussed. Who knew not practicing on a mat could be so distracting?
From noticing the difference in practicing on yoga mat versus hotel carpet, my mind wandered off to thoughts of "I'm hungry. Wonder what they've got for breakfast here?". Pratyahara FAIL.
This is the view out the window:
I only got up to Pada-Hastasana when I got another flurry of phone calls. DOUBLE FAIL! So then it was straight to headstands, just to hang upside down for a bit and some Pranayama to at least get some Ujjayi breathwork going too (I know I need to practice or at least get some intense Pranayama going when I start craving cigarettes. ICK!)
Life does know how to thwart one's best-laid yoga plans sometimes, doesn't it?