Floatation Tank Session III – The 90 minute mega float | The Cloudfoot Diaries #77

90 minute float tank has worked its magic… #float #sensorydeprivation #tank #isolation #amsterdam

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To some the above image looks reminiscent of a soviet torture pod. To others, a blissful option for switching off that one struggles to find elsewhere in life’s busy-ness.

I had returned to the ever fantastic Koan Float  in Amsterdam for my third float tank session of 2016, this time, booking myself in for a 90 minute mega sesh.

I arrived at the centre donning the optics of the X-Men’s Cyclops, so saturated with the Dam’s delights I was really not quite sure how to operate the door to get in. My always so very polite receptionist gently smiled, asking ever so softly “Have you been to the shentre before?” as to not disturb a lady also sat in the waiting area, reading her paper. I replied to her compassionate ask with a subtle, eyes-closed nod, partly to maintain the atmosphere and partly because I had temporarily lost my ability to speak.

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Floatation Tanks – My first experience of sensory deprivation craziness | The Cloudfoot Diaries #68

I first read about the borderline-crazy invention of an ‘Isolation Tank‘ in a book called ‘The Centre of the Cyclone’ by a very interesting chap named John C. Lilly. That was a few years back and I’d never forgotten about the possibility that one day, I too would climb into a pitch black box filled with salty water to try and trip my balls off.

Since listening to a podcast called The Joe Rogan Experience (highly recommended) I discovered that the host had a tank installed in his house and I became exposed to floating, yet again. Joe clearly was a massive fan of the float tank, as he had his own wizard build him one (spicy pricey). Check it out;


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My first time to the Moto GP Assen 2016: Cults, Crashes and Upgrades | The Cloudfoot Diaries #66

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Cult – a devout following to an ideal, person or thing.

The Valentino Rossi 46 cult is one of the most passionate groups I have had the pleasure to be amongst, and yes, it is a cult. It’s not a malicious or sadistic one, though, just very yellow. The ferocity of Rossi fans is well up there, alongside the followers of Football, Religion, Fashion and Money, which are arguably far more lethal.

To the giallo-masses that follow him, Rossi is a God. Literally, a God. For those of you who have no idea who I am refering to, and how dare you, he’s been competing for the last 20 years as a professional motorcycle racer and is a multi-champion. Due to a fortunate combination of exceptional skill, charming demeanour and expressive charisma, Rossi has risen to the status of God the world over, not just in Italy.

I visited the TT Racetrack in Assen, Holland, recently for the annual Moto GP event, making the pilgramage with friends from London. It seems the Moto GP pilgramage is something that all bike riders will undergo once in their lifetime; a pious journey that really is only understood and appreciated by those who have ridden a motorbike into a corner far too fast and survived. It was a powerful, passionate experience and because of the various forces at play, I’d like to delve a little deeper.

Assen Moto GP 2

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