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I've described my rather harsh yoga teacher before. It's gotten worse.
The last three yoga classes I've been half-way through my first sun salutation when he's come over, told me to stop what I'm doing and stand up, and then delivered his pearls of wisdom:
Class 1: "I don't know what you're doing, but it's not ashtanga."
Class 2: "You appear to have forgotten everything I taught you last time."
Class 3 (this was the best, we had a full conversation):
"That's not an upward dog."
"Oh, is it not?"
"We went through this last time."
"Sorry, I'm a bad student."
"Well, you don't come often enough and you keep falling back into bad habits. We'll just have to go back over what you learnt last time. It's frustrating for me, but there we go."
Silence. Slight snigger from myself.
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OK, now for the main event. I watched the following video slack-jawed. These guys do moves in mid-air that I can only dream about doing on solid ground. I've no idea what the German commentary is all about but you hardly need it to get the point...