A vegan yoga teacher training, reflections from an introvert

I have just finished my 200hr Yoga teacher training. I now know everything I need to start teaching Yoga, and I simultaneously know nothing.

I’ve been practicing asanas (the postures) for what must be getting on for 10 years. I struggled with chronic pain and fatigue all through my teenage years, and when I occasionally established a regular practice it helped me a lot. Of course, for anyone who knows what fatigue is like, when you’re out of a regular practice it’s almost impossible to re-establish it. I soon fell out of my practice, and in, and out. When I was 17, after my last school exam, I went for a private Yoga lesson and I learned the sun salutations. This stuck with me as a memorable sequence, and I continued to practice them and various other routines from the internet semi-regularly, until I became vegan in 2012. My energy shot up, my stamina shot up, my chronic pain lifted to a bearable level and getting out of bed finally became a reasonable request to make from my body. I started hitting the gym hard, and lost more that 20kgs/40lbs. Asanas and stretching became nothing more than a cool down. I briefly tried Bikram yoga, but it stank of expensive cult and I didn’t stay long.

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My private practice at home before the training.

When I moved to Taiwan in 2014, the long days made me want something more easygoing than lifting weights. I turned back to Yoga, and joined a studio. I had bad experiences with two teachers and I tried to get out of the contract, but they wouldn’t let me. While this caused a lot of stress and loss of money that eventually led to me stopping the payments through my bank, I did have a few amazing teachers there. They opened me to the possibilities of different styles and routines, and I continued Yoga at smaller studios, and at home. Finally, more than a year later, this led me to Wise Living Yoga Academy, in Thailand.

The beautiful ashram and my beautiful roommate.

The beautiful ashram and my beautiful roommate.

I chose this course because it seemed far more authentic than a lot of the trainings. The website emphasises that it’s not just about asanas, but about philosophy, introversion, and the lifestyle. I myself can think of at least ten people I know who have 200hr trainings but feel anything but prepared to start teaching. WLYA, however, has a lot of testimonials saying how well it prepared them. On the course they made it clear that they are preparing us to go out into the world and keep teaching, and make us think of who we want to teach, and practice teaching each other.

The amazing breakfasts

The amazing breakfasts

The lifestyle, too, is a Yogic one. The price is all inclusive, which means that you’re kept onsite and all meals are provided. This ensures that students have enough time to get in a lot of study, and also keeps us, as much as possible without locking the gates, to the diet which is vegan (and very low oil, low protein, low fat), no alcohol, no caffeine, no sugar. Two of those four were no problem for me, but if you’ve read any of my other posts or taken even a quick glance at my instagram, you’ll know how much I enjoy a cup of coffee and some vegan cake. Like, really enjoy. To the level where there wasn’t a day that went by without me wanting a piece of chocolate cake.

I may have a problem, but that’s not what we’re talking about now.

Rainy day studying at the local cafe, Rimna Art Gallery

Rainy day studying at the local cafe, Rimna Art Gallery

What I didn’t expect, but was totally over the moon about it that they don’t just feed us vegan food (which is ah-ma-zing, like really amazing) but they also espouse a vegan diet and lifestyle and show films to teach us the benefits for our bodies, the animals and the planet. If you haven’t already watched them, go and see Cowspiracy and Gary Yourofsky’s ‘The Best Speech You’ll Ever Hear’ which are two of the ones we watched. Cowspiracy I hadn’t seen before, and it’s fantastic. I think I’m a little bit in love with the guy who made it. (In case you’re reading this, my email’s in the About Me section, I’m currently in Thailand but willing to travel, and…) oops, back on topic.

The place itself is totally beautiful. It’s nestled about an hour outside Chiang Mai, right in the middle of rice fields. Every Friday morning we took a break from asanas and went for brisk walks to different parts of the surrounding area. As a mad animal lover, I particularly enjoyed the day we acquired two dogs for the whole walk and half the day, until they took themselves home. The cats who have adopted the ashram weren’t as happy about this.

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Fluffy dog love

As for the course itself, I really enjoyed it. It required a lot of discipline to get up every morning, and it got me into a morning routine that for the most part I’m managing to maintain a week later. My body still wakes me up between 6 and 7am, and tells me to go to bed far earlier than I used to. It deepened my practice, however, don’t expect to be putting your legs behind your ears on day one. The asanas they teach are the ones you’re expected to go out and teach, and so they’re basic ones. I think this surprised quite a few of us, although in hindsight it’s perfectly logical. I’ve seen so many pictures of horrendously complicated poses being done on Yoga teacher trainings though, that that’s kind of what I expected. This was something I really enjoyed – going back to basics, really deepening my understanding of the core poses I’d always dismissed as too easy, and finding new challenges in them has helped my body and my Yoga beyond belief. I’m now so much more conscious of what’s happening in my body, and whether I’m keeping my alignment.

Amazing lunches

Amazing lunches

And the sitting. Be prepared for a lot of sitting. Every day involves an hour and a half of Yoga Philosophy, an hour of breathing work (pranayamas) or kriyas, then in the afternoon three or four more hours of lifestyle talks, sutras, theory, and various other exercises. All of these usually involve sitting cross legged on the floor. Upright. My back hurts, and my knee hurts, but my back is now so much straighter than it used to be, I can’t quite believe it. I thought I was pretty straight to start with.

You’ve probably gathered from that there’s a lot of theory. In the last week there’s an exam for which you have to memorise a lot of sanskrit. Honestly, I don’t know how much of that Sanskrit is still in my brain a week later, but it was satisfying to be able to chant the sutras. It was one heck of a lot of study though, and here’s where things began to unstick in my meditation addled brain.

Meditation became harder. A lot harder. I was shuffling, sneezing, scratching, opening my eyes, repositioning, my mind was just not being reigned in. Until about week 2 I was making solid progression, and then it just… started… unravelling. We had a small group. Their smallest ever. There were five of us. I infamously don’t function too well in small groups. It has taken a lot of work over the years to get me out of my head, and the course catapulted me right back in there and into the anxiety and tiredness I left behind a few years ago. Everyone was struggling to some degree, because there was so much alone time and introspection. Jeenal and Daniel are both amazing, but quite understandably keep themselves to themselves between the classes and don’t offer much support unless it’s specifically requested. With larger groups there’s in-group support, but when there are only 5 it’s just not something that can be asked for too often. By the end of the course I had stopped sleeping well, my stomach became painful and I had (and still have, I’m working on it) the worst constipation I can ever remember (on a diet of what seems like pure fibre, c’mon universe, seriously?). I was also having panic attacks again. I just hadn’t expected this. I have come so far over the years, and to see myself going back into old patterns seemed like a weird sort of failure. Thinking like this naturally didn’t help. Jeez my brain can be mean to myself. Tensions started appearing in the group as everyone became more strained, and mealtimes became silent and serious. With all the learning and memorising we had to do, there was no time to deal with the emotions that were popping up left, right and centre.

I left after the course, certificate in hand. I went to a Dance Mandala Class. And I danced, and danced, and danced. My lungs started working again. I felt myself becoming human. I felt myself leaving the weird box of anxiety I had put myself into. I felt like me again.

Swimming and a walk to a temple nearby

Swimming and a walk to a temple nearby

One week later, I can appreciate the course far more. I’m not sure I miss it quite yet, although I do miss not being surrounded by backpackers, tourists and noisy vehicles. Their teachings are exceptionally valuable, in particular non-attachment, something I’m working on a lot in my life. Non-attachment to other people for approval, and not being affected by the moods and emotions of others. It has definitely helped me. I also understand the practice of Yoga far more, and its place in the world. I want to go out and teach, but maybe I’ll wait a little longer, and dance a little more between now and then.

If you’re interested in a Yoga Teacher Training, I cannot recommend this one enough. Just be aware that it isn’t a retreat, it’s disciplined, and to some extent an endurance challenge not physically, but mentally. It is beyond doubt the place to go if you want a thorough grounding in Yoga, just be prepared: it gets a little intense.

 

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Nara Deerpark, Japan – Why it made me uncomfortable

Nara deerpark unsettled me. Actually, it did more than that, I was distressed and unhappy for the majority of the time and nearly left. The thing is, nobody warned me about the uncomfortable side of Nara. It wasn’t peaceful, and it wasn’t nature. At least, not until I finally found my way round the back of the temple where there’s a huge open green area with a herd of deer and no tourists.

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The peaceful part

So what was it that unsettled me? Well, for a start a lot of the male deer have their horns cut off. This prevents their natural behaviour in the wild, which is to rut in mating season. Then there was the attitude of the tourists towards the deer. If girlish shrieking and deer selfies are your thing, then you’re going to be in heaven. But it was clear that a lot of people are uncomfortable around animals and viewed them as something cute, a commodity. Then when the deer moved (usually as they were taking a selfie with them) the person would scream and run away to a safe distance. The deer aren’t aggressive, but if you get in their face then, yes, they’re probably going to make a sudden movement. To get away from you. I saw women come up to sleeping fawns and start clapping loudly in their face to wake them up and get a photo. Not cool. I hope her children do that to her. And of course, if you have food, you’re going to get a lot of attention from the deer. It seemed like everywhere I looked someone was running away screaming and scattering deer crackers everywhere, followed by a small herd of confused and hungry animals.

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“Run, dad, run!”

Another problem I had was the amount of trash generated by tourists that I then saw deer eating. I saw a woman throw a plastic candy bar wrapper to the ground, unconcerned that the deer she was walking past promptly moved in to eat it. Luckily a guy got there before me and removed it, but I’m pretty sure there are plenty of deer who aren’t that lucky. I saw an entire newspaper being eaten by a deer, and while paper in small quantities won’t harm an animal’s digestive system, the inks and the other chemicals that now go into papers will, in large quantities. I removed multiple other things from the mouths of deer, too, and if you’ve been to Japan you’ll know that they haven’t really caught on to the idea of trash cans. This left me wandering around with an armful of things-that-aren’t-deer-food for about an hour. I got some odd looks.

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What’s in the news today?

What I took away from Nara (apart from an armful of trash) was the question of why can’t we ever let nature be? Would it be too hard to put a fence up between the tourists and the deer, and keep a little separation? Looking from a distance, and taking photos? Rather than sawing off their antlers, disturbing the fawns just trying to suckle from their mothers, and filling their digestive tracts with plastic?

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People, people everywhere

Ever noticed that you only read about the positive side of places when you’re looking into visiting, and you have to dig a little deeper to uncover the real side? Maybe I was expecting some cute fluffy fairytale of happy animals all frolicking around, at least with the outdoor animals (cafes I was always cynical about). This is not to say don’t visit Nara – just be prepared, treat the deer respectfully, and take your trash away. Maybe bring some vegetables and sit around the back away from the tourists.

 

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Somewhere to avoid, however, is the animal cafes. Cat cafes, goat cafes, owl cafes, llama cafes, pig cafes… the list of animals that Japan puts in a small room with cushions, cakes and coffee is extensive, and expensive. An hour in a cat cafe will set you back around 1000jpy. I passed a goat cafe that has a miserable, lonely, unhealthy and unhappy goat sitting outside in a tiny cage. If you’re going to go to an animal cafe, choose a cat cafe that has rescue cats for adoption. That way you’re not supporting the purebread cat industry, and you’re not keeping owls awake when they’re trying to sleep.

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Unhappy goat

Remember, when visiting Japan, be responsible in your cute tourism.

Have you been to any animal cafes in Japan? Or to Nara? Or the animal islands? Think I’m over or under reacting? I’d love to hear from you in the comments below.

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Vegan Eats in Kyoto (and Hiroshima)

Kyoto. Kyoto, Kyoto, Kyoto. The end of my trip and the place that most frustrated me about Japan. It’s pretty, it’s full of temples, and it’s full of tourists (myself included, I know). I was so looking forwards to the vegan food in Kyoto, as everyone I talked to about it employed hyperboles such as “it’s a vegan paradise!” and “if I had to chose one city to be trapped in, I’d chose Kyoto!” (If you’re reading this and you know this was you, go and sit in the corner in shame.)

Therefore, this list will include an addendum of ‘places I wish I ate but they were always closed when I tried to go without explanation, or they’re not open on weekdays, or they only do lunch.’

Sensing my frustration yet? And while I’m at it, why for the love of all things tofu, do the cafes in Kyoto operate on bar hours? When I wake up in the morning, I want to go somewhere and work and drink coffee before, are you listening Kyoto? Before 11.30am.

Okay, rant over, let’s get on with the food. And don’t worry if I don’t seem that enthusiastic – I’m saving the best for last.

Cafe Matsuontoko

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Avocado Burger

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Chocolate brownie with ice cream of unknown flavour

This place I started off with cool feelings about, but it won a place in my affections because it’s pretty much always a safe bet for somewhere that’s open, it keeps hours I can get on board with, and the burgers aren’t extortionately expensive. But they’re a bit small (the whole burger will fit in the palm of my hand, my hands are pretty manly but not that big) and they don’t have that much in them: a patty, avocado if it’s the avo burger, maybe some lettuce and a sauce. Notice singular of everything. Maybe the UK spoiled me, but I like my burgers to be bursting with flavour and huge. The taste is okay, I quite liked the avocado burger and the teriyaki burger which are the two I tried, but they’re fast foody and nothing to write home about. The cafe itself is dark and gloomy with slightly odd seating, but some people like it.

The brownie is pretty good, the cream that comes with it is good too. Although right now, I’m writing this from a month long live-in yoga course which is making me detox from sugar and, by extension, cake. So everything cake like seems excellent right now.

A burger with fries will cost under 1000jpy, and the desserts are around 650. These burgers seem to be very subjective – opinions range from meh to delicious – so don’t take my word for it, go and try them if you want something a little indulgent and comfort foody.

One last anecdote: the staff may seem a little unfriendly at first, but one night I ate there alone, tried to pay and then found that I’d left my purse at home. They had no problem at all about me saying that I was going to go away and come back.

Do or don’t? Do

Food: 3.5/5

Atmosphere: 3/5

Value: 4/5

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Morpho Cafe

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fish burger

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unexciting pizza

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chocolate cake

I don’t know why or how, but for some reason I seemed to be on a grand burger adventure in Japan (and yet I didn’t eat any vegan sushi, because whenever I tried places were closed! So strange). On Happy Cow the fish burger is highly recommended, so I went with the crowd and went for that. My friend had the corn and potato pizza, which was unexciting to say the least. The burger reminded me of the fast food burgers I used to eat in Berlin: the right amount of grease, the right amount of mustard… it was pretty tasty and not too expensive. We asked the man does it need an extra side of hand cut fries, he said no, we said “how many does it come with?” and he replied oh, six or seven. We ordered a side.
The cake afterwards was good, but it was shaped like it should have had a gooey chocolate centre and it didn’t, instead it was a little dry.

Do or don’t? Do

Food: 3.5/5

Atmosphere: 3/5

Value: 4/5

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Falafel Garden 

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Baba Ganoush and Falafel pittas

This place is omni, not vegan, but whatever is vegan is clearly labelled on the menu. If it’s not labelled as vegan, it’s not vegan so don’t be caught out by the fact that some of the desserts look like they should be vegan – they aren’t. I kept trying to get falafel in Tokyo (read about that here) but it was always closed, so it was amazing to finally get my fix after over a year in Asia. The owner is Israeli and has been making falafel in Japan for 20 or so years, and his falafel is amazing – definitely some of the best I’ve had. Generous potions, lots of sauce, moist, full of flavour… I went back here three times because like Cafe Matsuontoko, they’re a safe bet for when other places are closed. They also do an excellent Baba Ganoush. A medium is 680jpy, and a plate of two different ones is a little over 1000 if you’re hungry. You’ll pay a lot less in Israel or Berlin, but in Japan it’s a cheap meal.

Do or don’t? Do if you don’t mind them also serving animal products.

Food: 4.5/5

Atmosphere: 3.5/5

Value: 4/5

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Cosy Cafe at Tamisa Yoga

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Quiche and some pretty tasty soup

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cake and chai

You’ll never guess what I’m about to say – I tried to go here twice before I managed, and both times they were shut. Argh! Was it worth it when I managed? I’m not really sure. It was nice but unmemorable. The quiche was good, the salad was good, but for what it was and the amount of food it was pretty expensive. I had a cake and a coffee after my dinner and it was pretty good, but I would have liked some sauce on my cake. Or something to make it a little more moist. However, the have a (I think raw) mango cheesecake that was always sold out when I was there, and it looks delicious. I had a chai tea latte that was good, but the one I had in Tokyo was a little better. All in all, a little average. The location is nice, it’s part of a yoga studio and they sell health food store things too. The staff were very friendly, and one commented on my vegan t-shirt (hurrah!).

Do or don’t? Maybe I’d go for coffee and cake, but not for lunch.

Food: 3.5/5

Atmosphere: 4/5

Value: 3/5

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Vegans Cafe

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The place itself is full of things about veganism

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Pizza!!!

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Vegan soft serve, but no muffins on top like the Sunday

BY FAR the best in Kyoto, people aren’t exaggerating when they say that this is somewhere you have to go. I tried twice to go here and it wasn’t until the third time that I finally managed. It was worth it, I just wish I’d been able to go a couple more times and experience the full magnificence of their Ice Cream Sunday with muffin crumbled all over it, I also didn’t get to try their cake. I ordered one of their pizzas (creamy vegetable) with a thin crust (recommended), and it was so so good I would even compare it to Sfizy Veg in Berlin, which still holds the title of best vegan pizza I’ve had (except my own that I would make in Glasgow, hem hem) but only just.

And now the catch. They’re only open 11.30-16.30, and they’re closed on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Sometimes they’re closed at other times, too, just for fun. The pizza is about 2000, but it will fill you up to bursting point and is worth it.

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Inari Shrine – just round the corner

Do or don’t? If you only eat at one place in Kyoto, go here. You can combine it with a trip to the Inari shrine, as it’s nearby (the top rated tourist attraction in Japan).

Food: 4.8/5

Atmosphere: 4.5/5

Value: 4.5/5

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Hiroshima – bonus city

Art Elk Cafe

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The Bomb Dome – round the corner from Art Elk

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Strings of origami cranes

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The Bomb Domb

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Udon Noodles

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Chocolate cake

There aren’t any vegetarian or vegan places in Hiroshima, but there are a few vegan friendly places with vegan cake. I went to Art Elk Cafe, which has a small menu just for vegans including udon noodles, a tofu meal set, cake and coffee with soy milk. The owner is very friendly and speaks good English – very rare in Japan – and she’s knowledgeable about vegans. The cake was soft and chocolatey, and came with fresh fruit scattered around the plate.

Do or don’t? Do

Food: 4/5

Atmosphere: 4/5

Value: 4/5

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Fairytales in the Rainforest (how I became cynical about conservation work)

In summer 2011 I spent 7 weeks living in the Amazon Rainforest, in Ecuador doing Ecological research on the biodiversity of the area, in particular the birds. This story was written about the days I went up to stay with the locals to record some of the stories, and the days that followed in which I became disillusioned with ecological research as a way of preserving the environment and preventing the oil companies destroying the area.

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Paul, a pale gringo, arrived at our research camp in the Amazon rainforest with his two interns, Ash and Tom. Two local Ecuadorians paddled his canoe. “Are you ready?” Paul asked. I scrambled down the mud-slick bank of the river, unable to see clearly as the daylight started to fade into a tropical sunset.

I had been living in the Amazon rainforest for 5 weeks, and I was ready to see faces that weren’t those of my thirteen other team members. We were a group of students from Glasgow University, come to Ecuador to do ecological research. Paul worked with the Payamino project, a Danish organisation trying to stop the oil companies in Ecuador from buying land from the locals. He lived in the nearby village of a dozen houses and a school. I wasn’t here for just ecological research, but had another mission of my own, for my own interest. I wasn’t a scientist, but a storyteller. Paul and I were going to stay with the president. One of our guides tugged the canoe’s motor to smoky life, and we whirred off upriver.

The sky was stained vivid purple and red when we reached the president’s hut. Nearly naked small children greeted us, beating the ash out of a partially-finished canoe. To make it hollow and smooth they had burned out the centre and were now beating out the ash with branches. They were covered head to toe in soot, only their eyes shining out. Ash and Tom started emptying water out of their wellingtons. Halfway upriver we became stuck, and had braved the anacondas to climb out and push.

I watched as before my eyes the colours faded from the horizon and it flattened out into a grey expanse. I walked up the trodden down path to our accommodation. The president’s hut was the most luxurious hut this side of the village, where he also had a small breeze-block house. It was so luxurious that it wasn’t just him living there, it was also his wife, his three children, his mother, his brother, his brother’s wife, and their four children.

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The hut was a wooden platform on stilts, about 11 feet wide and long, with a fire pit, two sleeping areas and a roof balanced on four more poles. Instead of walls, laundry hung around us proving some sort of barrier. The four of us: myself, Paul, Tom and Ash were pointed to a clear patch of floor to put our things on. “It might be a rough night,” Paul commented with a grin, handing me a thin blanket.

In the gloom, I helped the grandmother strain the yam juice for us to drink. I could just make out the children running and laughing between the yam plants that grew 9 feet high, poking just above the level of the platform. She chattered at me in the local language, Kichwan, and laughed to herself. Her face was a cheerful mass of lines and creases, like a ripe passion fruit. We used our fingers to get out the larger pieces of pulp and stringy fibre, but a good amount still remained in the drink. At least we weren’t making the alcoholic version, which would have involved chewing the yam flesh and spitting it back into the drink: the spit would then ferment into alcohol. Taste differed depending on the woman who made it.

Darkness came fast. A baby cried and was rocked by whoever sat closest, hidden by the sheet it was suspended in as a make-shift crib. A large fire crackled, and bits of burning wood floated around in the air, bright sparks and embers. Although I was enjoying the culture change, I was eager to start on what I came for. The rest of my team were scientists, but a literature student myself, I had somehow talked my way onto the expedition and was one of only two non-science majors. This was the part of the trip I was most looking forward to: I had left my team to record the stories of the indigenous tribe we were working with, one of 22 still existing in Ecuador. Paul, who spoke fluent Spanish, was with me to translate.

I was so focused on the prospect of stories that I ate without noticing the food. Two small children, a girl and a boy about 7 years old, discovered my weakness and ran around the fire pit, popping out and tickling me. The yam drink we had strained by hand earlier was passed around in a bowl, and I got a mouthful of stringy fiber.

“You need to drink it through your teeth, so that it filters it,” Paul told me, watching me as I tried to spit stringy yam out in a discrete way.

At last the dishes were cleared, but the president had disappeared. Two of the women noticed Ash’s French braided hair, and wanted their own. They hadn’t seen hair like this before. She and I sat and braided the hair of all the women and girls until, finally, the children were herded off to bed. The president reappeared and sat down, indicating to Paul that he was ready.

The fire had burned down, but outside the sky was bright with stars from the Milky Way. We were so far out from sources of light pollution that there were almost more stars than sky. Solemnly, his rough hands folded in his lap, the president recited several stories for me. They were weird and spectacular, featuring jaguars, parrots and bodily functions. Then the grandma said that she would also tell me two stories. She told them in Kichwan, translated to Spanish, translated to English. Her voice was high pitched and creaky simultaneously, like something from its own fairytale. It was past midnight when we went to bed.

I woke at the crack of dawn, the sunlight streaming through my eyelids. My body was anything but rested, as I’d slept under a thin blanket with nothing between me and the thin wooden planks. The rainforest, although tropical in the day, dropped in temperature at night – especially upriver – and I’d woken a few times shaking with cold. One of the younger children had screamed on and off all night, making sure that if I did fall asleep it wasn’t for long.

We dressed and left, heading back to the village where I would stay one more night before going back to my team. This time we were following the current, and the canoe took us back without any stops to push. Above us, the early morning sky was an almost clear blue, strands of pink lingering from dawn. Back in the village we pumped out some water and cooked a sort of soup to eat. I found out that Ash, a strong-minded girl from Edinburgh, was there because she was engaged to one of the locals.

“He wants to build a hut for us to live in, and he wants me to start having babies the moment we’re married. He wants six.”

I could tell from her expression that this wasn’t to her taste. Tom sat on the veranda in a Panama hat. He was playing a half-tune on a harmonica, which provided a curious backdrop of sound to our conversation. I felt happy, delirious with the heat, the stories, and the experience.

Paul walked up the steps onto the decking, and kicked a chair. He was accompanied by a Danish man, one of the managers of the Payamino Project. Neither of them smiled. Tom stopped playing the harmonica, and sat up. “What happened?” Ash asked. They had been at a meeting between the heads of the village and one of the oil companies currently buying up land.

“They sold a large amount of the land,” Paul replied. Ash gasped. “The oil companies just walked in, promised them a few things – a truck, a new school building, and some alcohol, and they rolled over and sold them the land. We didn’t even get a chance to speak. They have no concept of what their land is actually worth. The have no concept that if the oil companies destroy pollute the river, that’s their livelihood gone.”

The next day I returned to the research station feeling cynical and disillusioned. I continued doing the work I’d been doing before – identifying and tagging birds – but this time I wondered what the point was. A group from Glasgow University had come out to this station every year for the past thirteen years, but at the end of the day our research seemed to mean nothing. It was as though I had lived in a fairytale like the ones I was listening to, and the illusion had broken. That night, I rocked in my hammock at the research station trying to sleep. We were a half-hour canoe ride from the village, and the president’s village house, but it wasn’t far enough to block out the ‘thump thump thump’ of techno music, pumped over the treetops by his new TV.

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Vegan-ing out in Tokyo

By which I mean eating out. I needed at least two weeks to get round the vegan restaurants in Tokyo and I didn’t have that, so this is just a smattering. Ohhh the glory of vegan food in Tokyo. One note: the servings all over Japan are quite small, for this reason I haven’t given any of them particularly good ‘value’ ratings except ‘T’s’, which is significantly cheaper. Most came in around 1000jpy-1400jpy for a main, and 500-700jpy for a dessert.

Cori Vegan Foodstand

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cori2This is one of my favourite places that ate at in Tokyo, in fact so good that I decided to go there for my birthday. Luckily it was open then, but not the next time I went there. However, as you’ll find out later, going somewhere and finding out they’re closed has become a theme of my Japan trip. The spicy veggie plate was my favourite thing (but not spicy). You can also buy organic berry wine here, which is delicious and has large berries floating in it. It’s in a place called Commune 246 which is a really cool area to just hang out, and especially if you’re travelling or eating on your own it’s also a good place to meet people. You’re looking at 1000yen for a smallish plate of food, although smallish plate should be assumed for all the meals in Japan, they’re not big servers.

Do or don’t visit?: Do

Taste – 4/5

Value – 4/5

Atmosphere – 5/5

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Hanada Rosso

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I power-walked here and made it 5 minutes before last orders, and it was worth it. It’s on the pricier end but it makes up for it with flavour, and then some. This is one of the best burger patties I’ve had so far, it was rich, moist and tomato-y. It also wasn’t a fast food burger, which I keep encountering in Kyoto, much to my surprise. The cheesecake was good, but a little too baked for my liking. Pure’s cheesecake definitely has the edge, and it’s maybe only a 10 or 15 walk from Hanada Rosso. The interior was nice but there was nothing that made it special, and it was a little too cafeteria for me.

Do or don’t visit?: Do

Taste – burger 5/5, cake 3/5

Value – 3.5/5

Atmosphere – 4/5

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Pure Cafe

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This is attached to the Aveda store which, as you might guess, means that it’s expensive. It packs out around lunchtime and you might have to wait for a table, but it’s worth it. I had the special, which was a soy meat dish, and it was okay but not exceptional. It came as a set and the soup was pretty good, too, but oniony so if that’s not your thing it’s best to check before ordering. I heard their tempeh is excellent, and I’d have liked to try a few other things on the menu, too. The cheesecake is definitely where they shine: it was delicious, and has a texture very similar to what I remember real cheesecake being like.

Do or don’t visit?: Do

Taste – main 3/5, cake 5/5

Value – 4/5

Atmosphere – 4/5

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T’s Tantan

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I may get shot for this by the T’s Tantan groupies but… I was not a T’s Tantan fan. Maybe it’s after a year in Taiwan, but the noodle soup I ordered just didn’t have any wow factor for me. It’s in Tokyo station, though, which makes it very convenient until they randomly close and tell me I can’t come in (I was trying to give it a second chance, fate was against me). It’s good for a cheap, fast meal that’s pretty tasty, but it’s not something I’d go out of my way to eat. It’s a bit difficult to find: follow the signs for the Keiyo line and eventually you’ll see it on your right.

Do or don’t visit?: If you’re going through station, do

Taste – 3/5

Value – 5/5

Atmosphere – 3/5

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Hangout

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Hungry in Tokyo at 10pm? This is the place head to, last order is 11.30pm and they close at midnight. It’s a Japanese vegan version of a tapas bar, so you order several small plates. The staff were very friendly, and they also offer alcohol. I tried the gyoza, the vegetable rolls, and some fried soy meat things which were excellent. They were all good but quite simple, I especially felt the gyoza I’ve eaten before for less money. I’d order the rolls and the soy meat again, though. The place was cool, but would have felt cooler with more people: it was dead when I went. Maybe I’m just hard to please, or maybe I should have tried more, but for what it is I felt the price tag was a bit hefty. For a meal for two expect to pay around 5000jpy before you start adding drinks.

Do or don’t visit?: Do, but it wouldn’t be my first choice

Taste: 4/5

Value: 3/5

Atmosphere: 3.5/5

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Nagi Shokudo

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I have to admit I really like having to take my shoes off and getting to sit on a raised platform to eat, either cross-legged or with the spaces under the tables. It makes me far more inclined to hang around and get comfortable. This is one of the best places I ate. For the lunch/dinner set pick 3 things off the menu and they add rice and soup. Every small serving was delicious and full of flavour, I particularly liked the okra which was prepared in a way I hadn’t tasted before. I didn’t try their cake, which was a mistake as I now wish I had, as I’ve since been cake eating my way around Japan.

Do or don’t visit?: Do

Taste: 4/5

Value: 4/5

Atmosphere: 4/5

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From Earth Cafe OHANA

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Everything here is in Japanese, but you can get by as it’s all vegan. I tried the burger, and my couchsurfing host had a black bean fried thingy – I think it was the special. It was considerably better than the burger, there wasn’t even a comparison to be made. My burger was dry and bland, and I had to ask for ketchup, but the black bean thingy was full of flavour. I tried the cake afterwards which was good, and came with Matcha ice cream. It also came with these odd rice crispy things which periodically appear in Japanese food, and I remain confused about why they were there. The place is also a health food shop, and it’s exceptionally cute.

Do or don’t visit?: Do

Taste: 2/5 for the burger, 4.5/5 for the black bean thingy.

Value: 4/5

Atmosphere: 5/5

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Sky High

The cold-pressed juice and green smoothie trend has, no surprise, hit Tokyo and this is one of several juice bars. It’s all vegan, and also offers sandwiches for about 1000jpy. One of my couchsurfing hosts went here and sent me a message, after which I joined him. His message went something along the lines of ‘vegan eating is expensive! I just spent 1800jpy on a juice and a sandwich with some bits of carrots in it.’ The juice was delicious, between 800-1000jpy depending on which you choose (you can also get a large one, which is better value) but I think the sandwiches probably are overpriced and you’d be better off getting a juice then going elsewhere for food. Bear in mind that fruit and veg in Japan is extortionately expensive, so if the juices seem expensive, it would cost you much more to make your own. It’s tiny but friendly and within minutes we were talking to everyone else in the shop.

Do or don’t visit?: For a juice, do

Taste: 5/5

Value: 4/5

Atmosphere: 4/5

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When T’s Tan Tan failed me, I set out on a marathon mission to find somewhere else open, fast. A marathon because I was carrying all my possessions on my back (I was heading to Hiroshima) and  they were heavy, and I was hungry. And it was very, very hot. I got lost on the way, and ended up wandering for twenty minutes more than was necessary. Finally I made it and sat down in a sweaty heap. I ordered the salad set, and was served a very pretty but quite small salad with some warm seedy bread and the standard green smoothie which goes with it. As usual, no English was spoken and the staff looked a little horrified at my large back and dishevelled appearance. It was a decent price and the dressing was delicious, but I wouldn’t say the trip was worth it when there are so many other amazing places to try.

Do or don’t visit?: don’t

Taste: 3/5

Value: 4/5

Atmosphere: 3/5

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BONUS

Coffee

If you’re a life starts with coffee person like me, you’ll be relieved to hear that there’s a small chain of coffee shops called Streamers Coffee in the Shibuya/Harajuku area. They do the best soy latte I’ve had so far in Asia, and it’s expensive but worth it. They also do something that seems to be unheard of in Kyoto for coffee shops: they open in the morning, when coffee is needed (8am on weekdays). The Shibuya shop has free wifi for tourists that says it has a 90 minute limit, but they don’t enforce it.

Places I tried to go:

Vespera’s falafel. They were consistently closed. I finally got my falafel fix in Kyoto, but sadly at a veg friendly place not a vegan one.

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Have you been to other places in Tokyo? Or were you blown away where I wasn’t? Let me know in the comments.

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