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| Greece | Rest and relaxation The Guardian Saturday July 26, 2003 |
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| Organic yoga ... seaside stretches 'I knew not to expect the tree-huggers and the chanters," says the nice blonde. "It's usually a more neurotic type of participant. Like me, really." And with that, we spoon more yoghurt and thyme-scented honey into our little glass bowls, the reward for the two hours of punishing yoga. The fact that I am in the depths of southern Greece on a yoga retreat is no more surprising to anyone than me. It's not the yoga (which I love) or the location (which is as beautiful as it is remote). But as we crossed the deep narrow gash that is the Corinth canal - the halfway point between Athens and our destination, the tiny and hot village of Limeni in the middle finger of the Peloponnese - panic seized my soul. I was, I feared, hurtling towards Yoga Big Brother. I was to spend a week in southernmost mainland Europe with a group of unknowns, tortured not so much by regular exercise but the hell that is other people. The blonde is right though. The group that has gathered for a week of astanga in this magical place is not here to embark on a spiritual journey, nor prepared to deny themselves wine with their evening meal, cigarettes after breakfast or the odd mobile phone call, and only a couple of them are even mildly irritating. And I was wrong. They are not the type to sit around picking their collective toenails discussing the state of their collective bowel movements in the great tradition of BB. |
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