Free your mind and your ass will follow. Trip starts here.

Free your mind and your ass will follow. Trip starts here.

Cheers John, it works.

I’m flying to Delhi in a few hours. Now having a cup of tea in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. I was dreaming of this trip for 2-3 years or so. Well I just finished uni on 15^th, passed the last exam and presented my thesis. The long-term project has been finished, cool. Time to go, time to discover, time to challenge myself with the face-to-face reality. A different one.

It all started from books, movies, stories from my friends who’ve been to India before, yoga and philosophy in general. I’m practicing yoga for about three years and decided to go to the origins. Well…I know about floods, heating and so on. Yep, its not the best season and blah, but I’m a kind of sure it will be fine.

The flight to Uzbekistan was fun, I was totally off - sleeping, woke up to eat quite meaty stuff (left it there actually). The huge aircraft, the light landing, applauds and happy screaming at the end of the flight. Airport in here is not what I expected…Ups…I supposed to learn how not to have expectations. I was working on them for a bit. A couple of years since Tara yoga school in London, when was my first trial lesson and after which Elvis said – u’d learn a lot about expectations in this school. And I did.. It helps to avoid disappointments, to be open to everything new and expand ur mind. It seems like it works.

When a friend of mine asked what I’m afraid of going there I couldn’t give an answer. Heat? Yep, heat. He asked what I’m waiting from it. Any kind of experience is mine and for better. I’m hoping to write and feel the land, atmosphere, people, to be connected at max to myself, to the new (or forgotten/locked angles of myself). Whatever it might be – it will be exciting experience.

I feel the energy in the air. Always travelling I feel so uplifted that I can’t give a logical answer for why even if being tired, sometimes exhausted, I’m jumping “ON” the airport. Hey, English studio and my mates. Hey, teacher Mike and Nadin. Like a Spiderman, yep.  So that’s the same, again. My physical body is changing geographical point. My internal one feeling so free from any bounds.

The music in Tashkent airport is amazingly loud! Its like a disco with old-school Russian melodies and forgotten singers.

The flight is delayed. I don’t know for how long honestly. It was said for one hour. Maybe for longer.