You might not believe me if I told you what I saw yesterday, because there are no pictures to prove it.
The Pacific, sapphire blue and pounding onto the North Shore of Oahu as the sun fell from the sky to touch the horizon. Whales, beyond the breakwater, flicking their magnificent tales above the surface in a casual sort of wave, hello. A DJ pumping tunes into an oceanfront crowd as powerfully and relentlessly as the ocean was pumping onto the lava rock. And a couple hundred colourfully-clad yogis primed to explode with excitement for it all.
Sounds like a scene from the movie The Beach or something, right?
“There’s this rumour going on all around the world that yogis are boring!” shouted yoga instructor Eoin Finn, before igniting the crowd with the yell, “Let’s show them how we freestyle!”
And with that the yoga practice he was leading turned into an impressively loud spectacle of insane dancing, whooping and hollering.
Hmmm. Perhaps if you’ve been to a Wanderlust festival before you’re thinking, “Yep, that’s the vibe!” But I got on the plane from Vancouver to come to my first Wanderlust with no idea what to expect…
Read more (and see some sweet photos) at lululemon’s blog »