As the nights draw in and the winter solstice approaches, I have spent the past few evenings looking back on the year gone by and begun to make plans for the year ahead. In particular my thoughts at this bleak time of the year have unsurprisingly turned to holidays. These thoughts also prompted by the recent a reunion party we hosted for many of the yogis that joined us on one of the yoga three holidays that we hosted in dreamy Kabak in 2014. The fun and the friendship born on these holidays and rekindled once again at our Christmas party has led me to realise what a special part of my year these weeks of yoga and relaxation have become.
No-one ever fails to be moved by the incredible landscape of the Turquoise Coast viewed from the vantage point of the our yoga deck set high on the Lycian way. The drama of the mountains tumbling into the sea, their colour changing throughout the day and gradually building to a crescendo when the sunlight burnishes them pink and orange hues at dusk. Their vertiginous slopes abundant with lush vegetation and green forests. Beyond, we look out towards the hazy horizon where the sea and the sky seem to blend seamlessly into one another. The sea punctuated by occasional sails and fishing
boats while the sky serves as a back-drop for soaring birds of prey, dramatically silhouetted cloud
formations and luminous jet trails cross-crossing the canopy above.
Of course there is also the food. This is a region where the locals and visitors alike eat like sultans. After each yoga session we dine morning and night on delicious locally sourced Turkish fare shaded under grapevines and umbrellas or at night bathed in moonlight under a kaleidoscope of stars.
Another highlight of the week is when we charter a local boat. Our lovely crew headed by their improbably named skipper 'Maradona', pick the group up from our local beach to take us to secluded coves and bays, where we can swim and snorkel and enjoy a barbecue lunch onboard washed down with local chilled rose or Efes beer. Then yet another lazy afternoon is then spent, chatting and laughing, reading or snoozing on the upper sun-deck, as we potter along the coast.
New experiences, peace and relaxation and the camaraderie of sharing stories and learning about each other's often very different lives are an essential ingredient of this kind of group holiday. For me organising them, it is one of the most rewarding feelings of my role to sit and observe the smiles and laughter of our newly formed yogi family as after yoga they sit over breakfast and make their plans between them for the day ahead - where perhaps the hardest choice is whether they should do a little or less.
I also love the evenings on our magical restaurant terrace. Over 20 of us sat together at long tables beneath the vines, lit by candles twinkling in coloured glass lanterns. The sweet natured, hardworking hotel waiters always ready with a smile and countless plates of lovingly cooked food from the kitchen and hot bread from the cavernous wood burning oven. Homemade soups, mezes of grilled aubergine, feta, crostini heaped with plump juicy sweet tomatoes. Fresh fish, steaming vegetable tagines and richly flavoured unctuous pulses and grains. Fragrant rice and bowls of fresh herb salads bejewelled with pomegranates and olives, accompanied by carafes of the owner's country wine and freshly juiced seasonal fruits.
laughing together like old friends. These mixed groups, all strangers at the beginning of the week now destined to return home with hearts heavy with happiness and memories to sustain them through the winter months until the next time. While each group is quite uniquely different from the holiday group before, it never ceases to amaze me how the dynamics always seem to work so well. Perhaps this is a testimony to the unifying glue that is yoga and a sprinkling of Kabak Vadisi fairy-
dust thrown into the holiday mix!
Many a time I have found myself sitting under the inky Turkish sky late at night, all our yogi guests tucked up in their cosy little cabins and found myself thinking… so why do I return each year to run
these yoga holidays? They're a lot of work and can be a headache to organise sometimes - especially for someone who took up teaching yoga to avoid admin!!
The answer is simple. They make me a happier person and I guess that's the best feeling in the world.