The Bay of love

Travelling last summer I was blessed to be situated on the beautiful and wonderful island of Koh Pangan, Thailand. I had an amazingly intense time here and when I decided to go on this journey I instantly knew that I would have to come back. I won´t be talking too much about the bay of love as it feels like it´s one of those special things you can´t put into words without missing out on the essence of it.

So I packed my stuff, took a boat and returned home. Since the first time here was something sacred to me I told myself to not expect anything and just go with whatever will be, but still I had a little spark of anxiety that my first-time-experience would be crushed (yes, I know, it´s getting cheesy now and might sound like this is the promised land where honey and milk flows in the ocean and immortality grows on trees...but, let it be, I just love it).

After a couple of minutes after I arrived I instantly ran into Jason, one of my favorite people here (I love you J!)  and many more of the fam are here too.

I practiced yoga everyday and felt my body getting stronger and more flexible each day. It felt great to wittness the physical changes so quickly. Well, then I thought since I´m so zen now and super trained and wise I can also get up and go party (!). So I did. In the morning I had the brilliant idea to jump off a cliff into the ocean, strained my ankle and had to go to the hospital. The crazy boy took care of me and made sure they wont amputate my foot or something like that - (he also made sure I was nutritionally in balance by feeding me free candy on the surgical table, thanks B). Everyone here is being so helpful and supportive, I could not wish for more. Hopefully I will be able to do the yoga teacher program as planned. However, for now, all I can do is sit around, eat too much of the most declicious food and have faith in my ankle to heal as quick as possible. 

  

The journey begins

I have been in Thailand/Koh Pangan for ten days now. As some of You already know I put my studies on hold for a semester and decided to go back to Thailand and then India & Bali to... you know- BE, and do a Yoga Teacher Program.

The first week here was a good start for strengthening my willpower: Airport Munich, Abu Dhabi ( one fruitsalad), Bangkok, Koh Samui (half of a croissant), Koh Pangan and then going directly into starting the detox program. A sweettooth like me landed in her own personal (fasting) hell: getting up in the early morning, yoga training (ok, far from hell), weirdly tasting detox drinks, a little bit of beach and sun (ok, not so much hell-alike either) being tired, hungry, dialogs with the weak inner self („come on, just order a curry, have only oooone bite and then you can go directly back to fasting“ „ you could light up a cigarette, just hit it once and put it out riiiight away!“), going to bed and the same in the next morning after. I had  daily not very romantic dates with my little buddies hunger, lust, weak willpower, lazyness, addiction and cravings, after 9 days though I passed my own set up test (yes, really, I did not have one meal, no chocolate, no cig uhm I mean only 4 cigarettes >will quit tomorow, for sure< and did not sleep in once.)

Ookay okay, I did not safe the wales from dying out and I did not recieve a nobel price, but something quite important to me: I did not give up on what I set myself up to do, I did not follow my cravings, weaknesses and seductions. Ouh yeah bebè.

A big and loving thank you to Menerva, Madukem, Milan Mai and Daniel.

Seit zehn Tagen bin ich nun in Thailand, um genauer zu sein, auf Koh Pangan. Wie einige von euch schon wissen, habe ich ein Uni Semester auf hold gestellt, um 4 Monate nach Thailand, Indien und Bali zu reisen und u.a. eine Yoga-Lehrer-Ausbildung zu machen.

Die erste Woche war ein guter Einstieg zur Willenstärkung und Geistesschulung: Flughafen München, Abu Dhabi (ein Fruchtsalat) Bangkok, Koh Samui, (ein halbes Croissant) Koh Pangan, und direkter Start des Detox Programmes. Eine Zuckermaus wie ich ist durch das Fastenprogramm in ihrer persönlichen Hölle gestrandet...: Früh aufstehen, Yoga Training, mehlig schmeckende Detox Drinks, Strand brutzeln, müde sein, Hunger haben, weiteres Yoga Training, grantig werden und immmernoch Hunger haben, Zwigespräche mit seinem Teufelchen auf der Schulter führen („ Ich könnte ja ein Curry bestellen, nur eeeeinen Löffel davon essen, und sofort wieder zurück zum Fastenprogramm gehen!“ ….“ Komm schon, die Kippe anzünden, nur 1-2 mal daran ziehen, und sie sooofort wieder ausdämpfen!“), müde sein, schlafen und dann alles von vorne.

Täglich grüßt das Murmeltier, der Hunger, die Lust, der schwache Wille, die Faulheit, die Sucht und die Zuckerteufel. Nach  9 Tagen habe ich all´ das bezwungen (ja wirklich, habe kein Curry, keine Schokolade und ke- also ähm nur 4 Zigaretten gehabt und verschlafen hab ich auch nie) und bin wirklich stolz auf mich. Okay in Ordnung, ich habe nicht die Wale vor dem Aussterben gerettet oder den Friedensnobelpreis erhalten, aber etwas für mich fast genau so tolles geschafft: Alle Verführungen von mir gestoßen, alle Schweinehunde mit Schokolade beworfen und in die Wüste verjagt und meinen Geist mit Konzentration, Stetigkeit und Disziplin geschult. Ouh Yeah.

Dankbar bin ich, Euch kennengelernt zu haben Minerva, Madukem, Milan, Mai und Daniel.