Yoga love affair in Nepal
No. It wasn’t obvious. There were no hammocks, trendy boho decor and a billion Buddha and Shiva statutes. The teachers weren’t dressed in latest „yoga fashion“. The studio wasn’t like what you see on your friend’s Instagram from Bali. It was humble. And full with spirit. You could feel it in your bones; the smell from the incense burning by the door, the hustle from the busy streets below, the dimmed lights and the wait. That wait! I was nervous, I don’t know why. Actually I