Dora Mucsi (Dami)

Picture this: 2014, a slightly clueless me gets dragged by well-meaning friends to a Bikram yoga class at this shiny new studio in Astoria, Budapest. Now, I’m not saying it was like being trapped in a sauna while attempting advanced pretzel positions, but… okay, that’s exactly what it was like! The class was absolutely bonkers, but here’s the plot twist – I LOVED IT. There’s something deeply satisfying about not just surviving but actually thriving when you’re basically melting into your yoga mat. I was hooked! Whether the heat actually detoxes you or just makes you feel like you’re purging your sins through your pores, I was convinced it was working miracles.

Fast forward to 2015: I packed my yoga mat and moved to London. Like any good yoga addict, I immediately found my dealer – I mean, studio – and became a regular at Fierce Grace in Old Street.

Then came my ashtanga phase! I discovered this practice was my yoga soulmate and dove headfirst into the spiritual rabbit hole that comes with it. Naturally, this led to the ultimate yoga pilgrimage: India! In 2024, I traveled to Goa to complete my 200-hour teacher training at Kashish Yoga, where I deepened my knowledge of different styles and probably ate my weight in dhal.

Here’s where the story gets good: I returned from India all zen and enlightened, only to attend a “Rocket yoga” class taught by my neighbour and friend Miles Mortensen at Blok, Shoreditch in East London. After class, I even joked, “Nice mini ashtanga class, Miles!” That’s when he dropped the knowledge bomb – this practice is FULLY based on ashtanga. I immediately went down another yoga research rabbit hole and realized I’d found my holy grail!

You see, after a couple of years practicing traditional ashtanga, I discovered that its strict “you must do this pose exactly this way or the yoga gods will frown upon you” approach didn’t quite go with my ever-curious, rule-bending mind (or my increasingly creaky body). Deep down, I was craving something different – something that wouldn’t make me feel like a yoga failure when I couldn’t nail every single traditional sequence.

Rocket yoga swooped in like a superhero and filled that gap perfectly!

Plot twist number two: Rocket yoga hasn’t quite launched itself into Hungary yet! When I moved back to my hometown Budapest, I discovered that while a few local yoga teachers know ABOUT Rocket, nobody has actually pioneered it yet. It’s like being the only person in town who knows about the best pizza place – except instead of pizza, it’s life-changing yoga sequences.

So here’s the grand finale: I’m starting my very first real Rocket-inspired classes in August 2025 in Budapest – on a ROOFTOP, because why not add some coolness?

Come join me as I attempt to bring this amazing practice to Hungarian soil. Fair warning: there may be laughter, there will definitely be sweat, and I promise not to make any more rocket puns.

See you on the mat! 🚀🧘‍♀️