I have to admit I was sort of nervous about driving all the to Mysore alone. All kinds of doomsday scenarios kept on playing through my mind (from a flat tyre to horrible accidents). I’m glad that I pushed the negative thoughts aside and drove down. It was fun to listen to music and just think and get excited about what lay ahead. I made it to Mysore on time and managed to find KPJAYI easily. Basically everyone seemed to know where it was. There were throngs of people who were already there before me to register. Registrations for the advanced class had started, and I had to wait a while before I could register for Saraswati’s beginners’ class. I joined a queue of people who had never practiced Ashtanga before. We sat on the cool marble floor of the office and shared our pens to fill out our registration forms. People have come here from far and wide. Some have even brought children along!
Once I turned in my form I was given a class pass. You must keep this pass with you at all times. I have to report for the 5 am class tomorrow.
Once my registration was done I found my hotel and relaxed for some time before heading out again for an early dinner. I managed to find a place. Wasn’t too happy with the coffee nor the organic ‘sprouded’ moong dal dosa. I want masala dosas!!! Hopefully I’ll be able to find a place which serves strong filter coffee and masala dosas a la Adigas.
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