Post retreat post 1
View from my bed....
Yikes ow let me out of here, bursting forth from silence let me back into the world. Beer please. Funny didn't miss it but glad to be back to it. Sonja (the German girl from the pickup) and I both made a pact not to look or speak to each other and sometimes it was soo hard. I was lucky I got allocated a modern concrete bungalow. I was devastated when they said you are in the concrete block but when I got there it was a lovely clean modern building with a sea view, tiled floors and bunk beds and all to myself. What a relief, some of the boys were 6 to a dorm. I chose breakfast dishes for my working meditation which also turned out to be a bonus. We all had jobs to do, sweeping, cleaning, and washing up. I started off choosing sweeping but each job was given a number and it turned out the sweeping I had chosen was the least important job anyone would do so I swapped to washing up no. 2 job. It meant that after breakfast I had to clean up but then during working meditation 8.15 - 9 am I could go back to sleep and sleep I did. A 4am start to meditation meant I was shattered. Back to bed at 8.15 for a 40 minute nap before getting up for morning meditations. After lunch - bolted down as mindfully as possible and then back to bed for another hours nap before the long haul to bed time. Great thing about meditating so much. You sort of never woke up so falling back into napping was easy. That and being shattered. Even the devastating uncomfy bed could not stop me sleeping. Half a mat on a wooden platform. Ouch. I eventually managed to roll up bits of clothing and blanket to pad my extremities sufficient to wake up un bruised. Little did I know, had I complained which I thought would be a bit pathetic to do, I would have got a full length comfy mattress. I felt that spending my precious interview time complaining about my bed would not be worthwhile. It may well have been. Sonja poor girl did complain and got a big mattress. But then she was allocated a small wooden hut where gecko’s poo'd on her at night and bats wee'd. Her neighbour had a snake in her hut and Sonja was freaked about snakes. Hot and stuffy huts and she had toilet cleaning duties. She deserved a mattress. Not that we spent much time at all in the huts. Very little time, and all of it was spent desperately getting some sleep.
Yikes ow let me out of here, bursting forth from silence let me back into the world. Beer please. Funny didn't miss it but glad to be back to it. Sonja (the German girl from the pickup) and I both made a pact not to look or speak to each other and sometimes it was soo hard. I was lucky I got allocated a modern concrete bungalow. I was devastated when they said you are in the concrete block but when I got there it was a lovely clean modern building with a sea view, tiled floors and bunk beds and all to myself. What a relief, some of the boys were 6 to a dorm. I chose breakfast dishes for my working meditation which also turned out to be a bonus. We all had jobs to do, sweeping, cleaning, and washing up. I started off choosing sweeping but each job was given a number and it turned out the sweeping I had chosen was the least important job anyone would do so I swapped to washing up no. 2 job. It meant that after breakfast I had to clean up but then during working meditation 8.15 - 9 am I could go back to sleep and sleep I did. A 4am start to meditation meant I was shattered. Back to bed at 8.15 for a 40 minute nap before getting up for morning meditations. After lunch - bolted down as mindfully as possible and then back to bed for another hours nap before the long haul to bed time. Great thing about meditating so much. You sort of never woke up so falling back into napping was easy. That and being shattered. Even the devastating uncomfy bed could not stop me sleeping. Half a mat on a wooden platform. Ouch. I eventually managed to roll up bits of clothing and blanket to pad my extremities sufficient to wake up un bruised. Little did I know, had I complained which I thought would be a bit pathetic to do, I would have got a full length comfy mattress. I felt that spending my precious interview time complaining about my bed would not be worthwhile. It may well have been. Sonja poor girl did complain and got a big mattress. But then she was allocated a small wooden hut where gecko’s poo'd on her at night and bats wee'd. Her neighbour had a snake in her hut and Sonja was freaked about snakes. Hot and stuffy huts and she had toilet cleaning duties. She deserved a mattress. Not that we spent much time at all in the huts. Very little time, and all of it was spent desperately getting some sleep.
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