Yoga In Ubud (by Daz)

So when in Ubud you have to do what the oddballs do so it's off to yoga to regenerate our 'yogis'.
So we rock up on the dream machine (the 'Yoga Barn') both looking like Clyde the orangutan out of the Clint Eastwood films (due to our 1970's crash helmets) then handed over an extortionate amount of money to some very smooth talking 'chi' experts who smiled at our naive body language. 
Into the studio we sauntered, gathered our roll mats and other props (just copied all the other dudes!) and in rolled Denise (from the USA no less). The next hour and a half was a combination of pain, relief and more pain as I tried to contort my aged body into unnatural positions reserved only for nubile teenagers limbering up for gymnastics at the Olympics. The class was a funny bunch of about 30 people, a real concubine of characters. 70% were 'eat,pray,love' Julia Roberts types who were clearly having some mid-life episode (don't we all!) then the burnt out hippy lost soul types who had run out of weed and a handful of faddy teenagers who were just going through that 'yoga is cool' stage. 
Overall I did enjoy the experience, especially when it was over and was also nearly duped into to buying a 'total detox yogi warrior to make all your troubles melt away and give you a pure out of body experience' awesome juice drink from the cafe until I clocked that the price was more than me and Kathy had spent on our entire dinner the night before and decided a beer is always better to detox the brain and cheaper. Afterwards the yogi master Denise helpfully informed us that the 'music' we had been listening today was available from one of the students right here in the class (wow, what a lucky co-incidence) for a measly super over inflated price on CD. (old school or what!)
A  very smooth operation here and there are plenty of takers eager to cleanse their souls.Would Kathy and I do it again?  Not sure really, I guess I will have to see if I can still walk in the morning I think and go from there.