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Bugis Street Market

Posted in Bugis, Camden, Food Stalls, Fruit Stalls, Market, Photography, Singapore, travel photography, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 4, 2012| 2 Comments »

Have you had a walk around Bugis Street Market?

It may not be a great place to head if you know what you want and are in a hurry, but if you are looking for some aimless interesting walking and shopping, maybe some bargaining or snacking, it’s a good place to be.

You can buy everything from purses to iPhone covers to $1 fruit juices. Do you realize how much fruit has to go into a juicer to make a glass of juice? I recently acquired a juicer and I promise you that a knob of ginger, an apple and three carrots only makes about a third of a glass.

It reminded me of a very small and Asian version of London’s Camden Market with a mix of cheap items, food stalls and slow moving people. There even seemed to be some astrology reading sessions going on just outside the tent. The writing on the tent was in Mandarin, so maybe I will never know.

Unless I have a volunteer to come along and interpret for me.

Bugis Street Market

Fruit Stall at Bugis Market

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Krishna Das at the Camden Centre

Posted in Camden, Chanting, Community, Meditation, Music, Philosophy, Yoga, tagged , , , , , , on October 26, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Krishna Das was in town a few weeks ago. Two friends and I snagged the last few tickets. We followed the trail of flowing skirts and mala beads from Kings Cross St Pancras to the Camden Centre to find a rockstar style line. Actually there were two lines. One was for the VIPs; the special guests, studio owners and teachers who had front row tickets, and another line for us plebeians. I chuckled to myself at the incongruence of yogic chanting and VIPs.

We entered the building, settled on three seats together at the middle left of the hall and waited for KD to take stage. Whew, that was hard work.

As the building began to fill, the room became hotter and hotter. The girl in front of me opened a garlicky take out rice and began to eat. We tried our best to hold our collective yogic cool, but everyone was having problems. The girl behind us began to fuss over jackets being hung on backs of chairs and we were all trying our best to try and accommodate one another. The chanting desperately needed to begin.

Finally KD entered the stage with Radhanth Swami, an American Swami whose book, The Journey Home, we had all been given a copy. After some introduction, the chanting began, then stopped so that Radhanth Swami could tell his story. And a big story he had. His tales of love and his times in India were very interesting, but not what the audience had expected from the evening. I tried to pay attention, but the heat was still unbearable and now the garlic was beginning to seep out of the pores of the girl in front of me. Radhanth Swami was describing being stuck on a severely overcrowded train in India where you could not breathe for 12 hours and I made a personal vow always to splurge for first class trains in India. How could I survive that when I could hardly deal with the smells I was encountering now?

Packed house for Krishna Das at the Camden Centre

Finally Krishna Das took control of the stage and began playing again. It was already too late. One of my friends was in her second trimester and couldn’t take it anymore. We went to the back of the room where a door was left open and ventilation was available.

I am so glad we did because as KD continued to play, we had the freedom to dance, greet others and, well, breathe.

Finally the Kundalini was rising. By the end of the night the group at the back had formed a community, and we were all a little lighter than when we began.

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