Kat goes global

Once I read about the Yoga Institute in Mumbai, Santacruz and the teacher Training Course they offer, I knew I had to go there. My heart told me to go there as soon as possible. I am so glad that I listened to my heart. When the guard at the entrance of the Yoga Institute opened the gate for me, I entered in a different world. I came into a green garden oasis with little beautiful pathways between beautiful buildings. Calming flute music came out of the speakers and at the reception a woman dressed in white with a red big Bindi point between her eyebrows welcomed me in English. She gave me some paper sheets to fill out and then she passed me to a young man who brought me to my room. In the room my new roommates for the next three month welcomed me. Luise from Germany and Renu from Mauritius. We had just enough time to introduce ourselves, then at 9 am the seven-day health camp week program started. Every three-month teacher training course in the Yoga Institute be

Before I came to Morocco I didn't know anything about the country and its culture. The only thing I knew was that there was a desert, as I could see on the map. From the first day on, it was clear to me that I wanted to see that desert before I left the country. My backpacker friends Jack & Scott, who I met in the Hostel in Tangier, traveled with me spontaneously by train and bus to all the most interesting and recommended tourist cities in Morocco and we had great times there. But after some time we noticed that every city was similar in a way. Medinas and streetfood was nothing new anymore. So we were all keen to spend our last days in Morocco in a very special place of this country: In the Sahara desert! All hostels offered more or less expensive tourist trips to different places in the Sahara, but I wanted something different from that. I very much dislike tourist tours with big groups of tourists comfortably sitting on a bus and being driven from one photo spo