Two years ago, I headed out on my first trip to the far east. Being from america I didn’t know what to expect, only that it would be a complete alien world to me. The only familiarity I found were the tourists from the entire western world. It seemed like all the young people from all over the developed world had come to stare and photograph the locals. Something that I abhorred. I came here not to watch, but to get involved, so I started my own trail off the beaten track.
After 3 days of trekking with a group of vietnamese monks and a guide, we arrived at an ancient buddhist temple. Surrounded entirely by dense forest on all sides and hidden well from anybody who doesn’t know it’s exact location. The monkeys howled during the morning and at night, I could swear there were more crickets rubbing their tiny legs together just outside of the temple than there were drops of water in the ocean.
Spending nearly a week there, with no running water, electricity or internet, I felt truly at one with myself and the world. But, even though this place was magical, I knew there were so much more on my list that I needed to see and do if my soul was to be full before I went home.
So off we set again, me and my little crew that I had formed. We all agreed that we wanted somewhere with a little more luxury and agreed that somewhere by the sea would be the best for us. We ended up stumbling across Na Trang, a beach to the south of vietnam. To our surprise I found a great villa accommodation here, big enough for all 6 of us to each have our own room and still see the beach, it was a dream.
Safe to say, there was so much yoga, meditation and healthy eating going in those four walls. Especially after basically becoming a monk for a week