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AWOL.COM/Alice Edwards’ Travel Blog: Living My Dream and Feeling Very #Blessed
29 May – 9.42 p.m.
Good evening, dream chasers,
Obviously I am here at this retreat to get away from life andre-connect with myself and with nature, but I also just have to say how impressed I am with the WiFi service here. Of course, I am very very rarely checking my phone – no morethan every few minutes at the absolute most – but it is very helpful to have, as they have just announced this year’sLove Islandcontestants and I am very keen to read more about which one used to go out with that soap star.
But this retreat is about escaping the rest of the world, which I am definitely doing. There are trees here and everything. I am also pleased to report all the otherguests at this resort are very deep and meaningful humans and I am confident they will help me find myself. Any minute now. Tonight is a big, important night for connecting with myself and the universe, as well as the other amazing souls here. For the record and just to be very clear, there still won’t be any drugs taken because that would be illegal. But if there were, this would be the night I takethe most.
Love Alice x
PS. Do you think the soap guy is going to enter the villa to stir up drama????
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6 Comments · 2AWOLs · 9 Super Likes
COMMENTS:
Hollie Baker
|Wow, I wanna go to this retreat!!!
Karen Gill
|if you get bored of connecting with your inner being n that, there is an amazing new crime thriller available on Netflix. He definitely didn’t do it!
Seamus NaughtyLad678
|y u is waisting ur life on dis dumb websight, looser.
Alice Edwards
Replying to Seamus NaughtyLad678
|I can’t argue with your logic, Seamus NaughtyLad678, you’re dead right.Probably not going to stop though.
Hannah Edwards
Replying to Seamus NaughtyLad678 and Alice Edwards
|stay n touch sis
Sarah Sommers
|WiFi, eh? Downloading porn, much?
We are three days into our ‘retreat’ and have just begun our second Ayahuasca ceremony. The first go – that first night – was fairly uneventful in terms of making any giant connectionwith the universe. I mean, that’s not to saynothinghappened. It was, for example, deeply pleasant.
We all gathered in the main hut as the sun went down – a little sheepish after a day of drinking and oversharing – to sip from cups of this thick browntea-like thing. It tasted like it looked and the gagging began pretty much straight away. Then we lay around for a while, each on our ownlittle camp bed dotted around the room, waiting for something to happen.
Sure, I was sick a lot – a lot a lot – but that was sort of it for me. I felt a bit spacey, but that might’ve been the nausea. Some of the others had more luck. Clara couldn’t stop crying and then laughing, and then crying again, while Texan Craig/Greg shouted for three hours straight about goddesses and monkeys and ZacEfron.
Lucky fuckers.
Mark was quiet after his emotional display earlier in the day, but seemed serene, lying there in his corner. He was certainly experiencing something, as was Anna. Sadly, Maria and Joe were like me – but worse. I guess they had even more toxins in their body that needed shedding than I did. We were up most of the night, half of us ill, the other half seeing some kindof God, and yesterday was mostly spent napping and staring into space, feeling weird.
