Yoga in theory: relaxing
In practice: a stressful group activity with 100 sweaty stress balls who’ve shlepped across the capital after work to contort their bodies in your face Yogoloji, a company that arranges bliss-inducing yoga retreats in Barbadso, Brazil and Tanzania has just set up a cozy nook on Ebury Street. Forget about hefty sessions of compulsory downward dogging at sparrows fart followed by rice cake and rank tea. The vibe is posh yet affordable, and all they do is one to one yoga. No stinky group classes: just what you and whatever your body needs. Which may be one of their unbelievably good massages. There are four kinds to choose from: worker bee rubber neck, soul and body (you know who you are). Do not operate heavy machinery or attend any demanding social functions after these: all you’ll want to do is curl up and go to sleep. Do so. You’ll need your energy to cross the city again tomorrow.