“Inhaaaaaaale……..exhale”
Alongside this soothing reminder to breathe are the sounds of waves breaking in the distance, the rustle of a warm evening breeze in the palm trees and the gentle chorus of birdsong as the lowering sun reminds them that it’s time to head for their nests. Our group is from the Virgin ‘South India Cycle’ Adventure and we are taking part in a Tibetan singing bowl soundbath and meditation as a final group activity before we all head off in different directions.
We’ve had an extraordinary and unique journey through Kerala, spending six days on extremely heavy local bikes with no gears and virtually no brakes, cycling from the Western Ghats through busy towns and beautiful backwaters to our final destination of an orphanage near the beach town of Marari. To witness the children riding off on their bikes which, along with a sizeable sum raised from our fundraising, was our charitable gift to them, was an emotional moment that none of us will ever forget and gave us all a real purpose to our time in India. It was a privilege to be shown around their homes in this beautifully run orphanage (Hope Community Village – but more on that in another blog) and be entertained by singing and dancing that they had clearly spent a huge amount of time perfecting. It was a wonderfully happy occasion, rounded off by a frenetic football match, but before long it was time to leave. We had grown surprisingly attached to our bikes over the week which is not what we thought when we took our first tentative pedal on them and certainly not when we were pushing the beasts up those endless hills on our first full day! However, it felt good to leave our bikes in such grateful hands and any sadness was soon forgotten, as we travelled back to the hotel in a convoy of tuk-tuks with each one seemingly hell bent on arriving at the hotel first. At one point, we found ourselves in the middle of three tuk-tuks overtaking a car……all on a collision course with a lorry coming the other way! But these tuktuk drivers have been navigating these roads all their life and they somehow manage to swerve the danger and deliver us intact to our hotel. Once there, we enjoy a well earned cocktail before all diving into the warm Indian sea, everyone still in full cycling gear…..what a wonderful way to celebrate the end of our challenging buy very meaningful cycle ride.

After a true Virgin-style evening of dinner, drinks, speeches and dancing followed by a day to recover from the excesses of the night and the muscle stiffness resulting from the previous few days, the Tibetan bowl meditation was a truly wonderful way to feel in tune with this wonderful country and our bodies. Joseph, the yoga guru, patiently took us through the meditation and we were all able to feel the healing effects of the reverberations from the bowls as he placed them on our chests. There was a moment for us all to feel so incredibly grateful for all that we had experienced and the beauty of this wonderful country. May the peace and calm stay with me as I return to my busy, frenetic life; I hope I shall never forget the peace and feeling of being connected at this dreamy spot on the shores of the Arabian Sea. And I certainly hope to remember to breathe so deeply…..exhaaaaaaale.

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