25 january 2018, our trip to Nice
we left our village, my sister and I, and parked her car at Chateauneuf to catch the public bus Grasse-Nice. We stopped over at Cap 3000 as I had to buy a part for my computer. We then took a (nice) city-bus to Nice centre. I bought the 2 tickets, and both rushed to get a seat. A few stops later, a team of 6 men got on the bus to control tickets. I give my 2 tickets, one guy says, ‘come out with me.’ I call my sister, we get off the bus, which goes away. I had not ‘validated’ these two tickets (each 1.5 euros) because we did not know they had to be validated, and because we did not see any sign, though there are, to mention that.
I paid a 40 euro-fine per person, i.e. 80 euros for not having validated two 1.5 euro-tickets!!!! I was in a rage! It was humiliating to be treated like a thief, like one of those young North African who come as ‘immigrants’ to my country and refuse to abide by its laws.
Anyhow, we were to meet an old friend of mine, and have lunch together. We go to our favourite restaurant, with provençale cuisine, and a lovely atmosphere. To the table next to ours, two women sit, mother and daughter. Suddenly in the street where we were, two muslim women pass, completely covered with a burqa. The daughter started bravely I must say, to verbally abuse the women, saying they had to go back to their country, that we French women spent generations and generations to be treated equally with men, and that this backward attitude had nothing to do here.
The shops around also belong to Muslims, and they shouted back at the woman. They even threatened her to death. The restaurant owners, 3 old ladies, asked the woman to leave, they offered her the lunch, no matter. The woman did not want.

The Indian 300-hour TTC was quite eventful. Even before I went to India, three Hong Kong students cancelled because the relationship between China and India had soured (quite normal with China who has trouble with all her neighbours, Vietnam, Japan…) and these women claimed that they were afraid that Indians would be aggressive toward Chinese citizens. It’s ridiculous but they would not hear me.
Then I flew to India and some students were already there, most would come after me. I need to arrive earlier to prepare a TTC, to adapt myself to new climate, new food, new environment, and so on, which is always demanding on the body and spirit too. Added to that the jetlag and the long flight!
The organiser finally moved me to another place than his place, where, he said, there were 19 rooms, just that many rooms were simply not acceptable—no windows, mouldy, dark. Finally some of us stayed in his place, 5 minutes from the TTC-hotel. The yoga room also was not ideal, two blind walls, one wall with 2 windows facing the hills, and the back of the room hot, often too hot. Added to that, ill-conceived and I always need walls, for handstands for instance.
Anyway, I accepted because I knew that everywhere, there are problems, nowhere is perfect. The main thing was to teach that TTC.
Three Chinese women arrived together. I took them to the “market”, introduced them to Rishikesh. Next day, one of them freaked out, she had not said a word for one day, and she left. I think she could not cope with the mess that India is.

October 8th. Got up early, packed up, took a cab to the airport for a 1st flight Bangkok to Saigon (I will never call this town HCM). Saigon airport is chaotic to a point that it reminded me of India! That says a lot. After many an incident, I finally go to gate 8, and last minute, had to go to gate 6. I knew it was going to happen, because the speakers were constantly telling passengers that such a flight had its gate changed. It happened to mine. Finally I arrive in Nha Trang.
My friend Lan came to meet me, and I got a taxi. And I did something I already did once in Koh Samui: I left my shoulder bag on the back seat—I always sit next to the driver. and I always hold my shoulderbag tightly on my lap. And like years ago in Koh Samui, I forgot the bag on the back seat: it contained money, and above all, my laptop AND the backup disc!
I walked home from where the taxi dropped me. A few minutes later, a man enter, I did not recognise him… he told Lan that I had forgotten my bag.
I ran to the taxi, grabbed my bag. I could not thank this gentleman enough for his kindness, his honesty too. I was so grateful to my guardian angel.
All my life I have made him/her work so hard. And I have no excuse, I did not come from the other side of the planet.

Important Note: This TTC is for MEN and WOMEN alike. “Yoga” was created by men for men, and not just for women. So guys, join us!

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Yoga Alliance has set up new procedures, and they are very very administrative, taking me back to paper-work
So I am going to publish here roughly what's on their page.
BUT the syllabus is my intellectual property and I won't publish it
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Whenever I finish to teach a TTC, I always wonder: if I had a yoga studio, is there any of these new teachers I would hire?
And in Shenzhen, two students got my attention: both had the intelligence to create beautiful krama-s (sequencings), with a choreography, a great understanding of the essence of each posture. But mostly, what drew my attention, was their human qualities, their sensitivity. Their intelligence was combined with their sensitivity.
They were interested in just everything, not just the physical aspect of yoga, but the psychology too.
And I believe sensitivity and openess are essential qualities to become a good yoga teacher.