In the beginning I was riddled with self-doubt. “Me? A yoga teacher?” We spent hours practising postures, and got involved in the community by helping to clean up the beaches after seasonal storms. Another day we took part in a cacao planting ceremony, allowing our good intentions to grow in fertile ground.
This isn’t something I thought I’d ever find myself doing. Physically, I am not your average ex-ballet-dancer yoga teacher. And as a girl who’s never been camping and favours five-star hotels, staying in shared accommodation was another step into the unknown. There were a lot of tears. When you’re shedding old habits, that’s to be expected. But there was also laughing. And dancing. Expressing all aspects of my emotions so outwardly and to a group of strangers wasn’t easy – I’ve never felt so British!