Friday, the week has flown. 

I am seriously having the most amazing time.

I never thought I would love this so much.

This morning’s yoga was complete with inversions, my personal favourite.

Although I can’t for the life of me do a headstand. Fortunately, inversions today did not include said pose.

I shall however, continue to work towards one day achieving that goal.

Every morning we eat breakfast together at the resort Shala Cafe to the sounds of the chickens, and beautiful Balinese music.

I reflected on how calming a coffee is compared to a Melbourne or Christchurch cafe. Whilst I love the music and the busyness of our daily life there isn’t a lot that calms and renews our spirit.

So, renewed and calm, we wandered once again, down the ‘very busy road’.

Ubud specifically, is such a juxtaposition. 

Many places from the front look grotty and dirty. Walk further into the space and you will find some beautiful restaurants, cafes, some sort of service industry or a heavenly vista to look out upon. 

Along the ‘very busy road’, beside a very high end fashion store (selling $300AUD shirts), may sit a grotty looking money exchanger.

After picking up Smithy’s laundry, we headed into a little cafe for my second coffee of the day before heading back to the resort for our 12 o’clock Indian Oil Head Massage booking. 

I’ve never really had a proper head massage, and certainly not one with oil. That goes against my basic philosophy of ‘thou shall not get water on thy head, thereby creating the Fro’.

What absolute bliss.

Post massage, it was back to the pool before our 4pm yoga session. 

More glorious inversions and a chance for continuous improvement. Hopefully. 

Dinner with the group at the Shala Cafe before we all headed back to our rooms to dress in white.

You may ask why?

To be fair, it wasn’t clear at the time. Later we learnt that whilst colours send vibrations, white does not. 

And what is the relevance? 

The world according to our sound meditationologist (a word I just made up). 

We had a Sound Meditation due to commence at 7pm.

Dear sweet Mr. K began the session by explaining, in far too much detail and for far too long, his background in sound meditation.

Not a lot.

Self taught?

YouTube?

It showed.

He then invited us to lie down in a circle (facing away from him), to enjoy this experience, suggesting that most of us would most definitely sleep.

Preparing myself for this wonderful treat, given I adore any kind of music (yes, even some country music these days), my expectations were high.

He began with the calming and serene sound of waves crashing on the beach.

Things were looking good.

And then, it appeared, he bought in the full orchestra of tin bowl bangers.

I seriously nearly jumped out of my skin, with the mutinous thought of placing my hands over my ears.

That, of course, would be rude to ‘dear sweet Mr. K’ who was actually the most delightful happy individual. He just made you smile.

The bowl banging stopped, to be replaced by ‘sweet Mr K’, walking around the circle, standing at the head of each person and banging ‘something’ three times – meant to vibrate peace and calm through your body.

Yes it vibrated, ‘Mr K’, but I feel it was designed more to scare the poltergeists out of my soul.

And so it went on.

I really wanted to leave, the sounds were actually hurting.

But that would be quite rude to Mr. Bloody K. 

Instead, I lay on one side.

To get more comfortable of course. 

My relatively deaf ear to the ground.

I thought Mr. Goddam Bloody K would never stop.

Finally the torture was over.

My expectations of being able to go back to the room and sleep in the peace of a true yogi through a deep and peaceful sound meditation were shattered.

We are kind if nothing else, hence we all smiled for the photos.

And went to bed with ringing ears.

That was my personal opinion of the sound meditation.

An opinion you are most certainly entitled to. 

Whether you like it or not. 

Last full day tomorrow.

Night peeps.