Our best description for the weather here at the moment is a comparison to Flying Yoga's studio (oh how we miss you!) at the beginning of a hot yoga class. And so as we walk around the city, we feel perpetually primed for yoga.
We have tried two classes, and both meet in the world's most beautiful hot yoga studio - on a wooden plank platform next to Gate 1 on the Corniche, which is the Abu Dhabian term for the road running along the Gulf. (Don't try finding Gate 1 on a map - it's impossible! We discovered it by accident, near 32nd street, by the pedestrian underpass).
Classes on Monday and Tuesday nights start at 7:30. The sun goes down during class; we hear calls to prayer as we practice; pedestrians amble by, looking curiously and occasionally intervening (one onlooker urged us to "relax" during the final relaxation).
And, we can walk home, happy and peaceful, by the mosaic man carrying a rifle.
It's no Pradeep, but it's something.
We have tried two classes, and both meet in the world's most beautiful hot yoga studio - on a wooden plank platform next to Gate 1 on the Corniche, which is the Abu Dhabian term for the road running along the Gulf. (Don't try finding Gate 1 on a map - it's impossible! We discovered it by accident, near 32nd street, by the pedestrian underpass).
Classes on Monday and Tuesday nights start at 7:30. The sun goes down during class; we hear calls to prayer as we practice; pedestrians amble by, looking curiously and occasionally intervening (one onlooker urged us to "relax" during the final relaxation).
And, we can walk home, happy and peaceful, by the mosaic man carrying a rifle.
It's no Pradeep, but it's something.
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