Some cool mystery method images:
Bikram Lecture-Art of Bikrams by Ron Sombilon Gallery
Image by RON SOMBILON MEDIA, ART and PHOTOGRAPHY
Esak Garcia – 1st ever male champion of the annual International Asana Championship, the Bishnu Charan Ghosh Cup
Esak Garcia practices and teaches Bikram Yoga and is dedicated to being a contribution to the world as a member of the Institute of Ancient Mysteries (IAM). Esak travels widely demonstrating the art of yoga, promoting yoga asana championships, and as a member of the IAM class of 2009.
Of mixed background, his mother is Jewish and father Mexican, Esak was born and raised in Boulder, Colorado. He has also lived in New Haven, Conecticut, in São José Dos Campos and Salvador, Brazil, in California’s Bay area, and as a small child, in Acapulco, Mexico.
Esak graduated valedictorian from Boulder High School, then studied Political Science and philosophy at Yale University. He studied the Afro-Brazilian martial art of Capoeira for over 10 years and has continuously priaciced Bikram yoga since 1994. He graduated from Bikram’s Yoga College of India in 2001.
Esak became interested in Bikram yoga as a high school athlete, at the age of 17. He used yoga to condition himself to play baseball and American football. 11 years later, in February 2005, Esak won the groundbreaking International Yoga Asana Championship, The Bishnu Charan Ghosh Cup. Since then, Esak has led yoga demonstrations and discussions world-wide. He has been invited as a guest teacher and demonstrator to various cities in India, South Korea, Thailand, Australia, China, Argentina, Chile, Brazil, Mexico, United States and Canada.
Recently Esak has begun to help other yogis who are interested in the Ghosh Cup Competition by leading coaching clinics. These clinics are held three times a year, and always fill to capacity. He is also one of the very few teachers who is authorized to lead official Bikram yoga seminars and posture clinics
Esak is maried to Chau Kei Ngai, who was the 5th place International Ghosh Cup Champion in 2007 representing China. They live in Boulder, Colorado with their son Osiris and Esak’s younger brother Julian.
Art of Bikrams and photos by Ron Sombilon Gallery
Art of Bikrams coming soon…
Genocide, motorbikes and vietnamese rolls
Image by toolmantim
Today’s the last day of our trip until we do our three flights in three days return to the big smoke.
Phnom Penh – the last leg of Cambodia
After taking it easy and soaking up Siem Reap we flew into Phnom Penh and boy was it different. A city with few travellers, a depressing history and busy-as-all-hell traffic—Phnom Penh isn’t for the faint hearted, nor for those looking for a chillout ("happy pizza" seemingly the preferred method to relax in the big city).
Choeung Ek (killing fields) and Tuol Sleng (genocide museum) were really the main attractions, both pretty heavy but fascinating and sad. How the world allowed the Khmer Rouge exterminate 1.5 million of their own people, in the four years from 1975 to when colour television was introduced in Aus to 1979 when the Ghost Train at Luna Park killed 9 Australians, is still completely beyond me.
Not a place you’d go for a relaxing holiday, but a must-see if you want to understand Cambodia, you can see why people make a B-line for the killing fields and then move on pretty quickly. The Cambodian country-side is definitely somewhere I’ll be checking out next time I’m in the area.
Saigon – Motorbikes, guns and Vietnamese rolls
Another one hour twin-prop flight landed us in Saigon, Vietnam—the former frenchie-run and south-vietnamese capital, and home to our first genuine bowl of Vietnamese Phở.
Based from the backpacker strip Pham Ngu Lao first stop was Pho 24, a Vietnamese chain store serving… Phở. Their dependable 77,000 VND (~) combo deal with Pho Bo, a fruit juice and meat ball soup was killer.
Killer motorbikes were the next big thing, something similar to what I’d experienced on my trip to China four years ago. The key to crossing the road: predictability. Close your eyes and walk in a straight line at consistent speed until somebody beeps their horn, which loosely translates to "I’m pulling rank, move outta my way." I’m still here to post this update thanks to a little old lady who grabbed Carla’s arm and dragged us helped us across the four lane road outside Ben Thanh Markets.
We ended at Lush, a sweet anime-style bar, but managed to get there 4 hours before all the locals. We, 30 18-year-old bar staff and 4 single white guys were the only ones there at 7:30pm. An hour and a half later the gorgeous, dolled-up young Vietnamese things started turning up and making our pluggers look a little out of place we headed back to the hotel.
Our first day in Saigon and first group-style tour was to the Chu Chi tunnels, a set of holes even Dale would be proud of. We passed on shooting the akkas, though I was hoping our friend from the US would have a go just for the irony. Carla piked on the tunnels as they’re tiny, pitch black and 100m long. I managed to make it through a good chunk of it, but I was hot and hectic when I got out at the other end. The combination of a tiny space, solid rock walls, complete blackness and stinky backpacker asses in front and behind you gets your heart racing.
Watching the sun go down at Sheraton’s Level 23 bar overlooking Saigon was a pretty nice finish to the evening. We got there early, reserved our spot and polished off Tiger after tiger.
Our last day in Saigon consisted of Fanny’s Icecream, which it turns out only the Brits and the Aussies find amusing, and dinner next door at the Temple Club, a sexy Japanese/French colonial styled restaurant with a jazz drum kit sitting in the corner, sexy lamps and all-round sexiness.
We’ve spent the past 4 days in Hoi An, an awesome little river-and-beach-side town on Vietnam’s central east coast. The original plan was 2 nights in Hoi An and 2 nights in Hue, but after thinking about it and seeing this place we had to round our trip off here… this place rocks.