OK, OK. I’m just checking to see if anyone actually reads any of this. Whatever the case, the last day of Wanderlust is already one of sun soak and sweat. A quick gander between sessions revealed meditative om chanting in Village Park, yoga slackliners and partner balancing acts in Olympic Plaza, and conferences packed full of exhausted yogis barely surviving day four of various classes in Advanced Warp Core Ejection and other such things.

What’s amazing about Wanderlust is how they’ve quietly taken over the Village, with multidirectional signs leading you to metaphysical nirvana at every juncture.

In any case, I am signing off from the reportage front. I’m going to book myself into some deepness & enjoy the rest of the day in the sun. Time for some balance!

PS. Isn’t that Feet Banks in the green tights & yellow top?