Dhugal Meachem

His name is so unique, it deserved to be its own blog title.

When Dhugal Meachem reached out to me over Facebook (it actually works, people! Never underestimate the power of social media, or even one happy customer…) I thought I was talking to an Eastern European dude. Boy, how wrong I was. Imagine my surprise when I got off the noon ferry to Mui Wo from Central (which was packed, by the way…I felt like a sardine in a can, blech!) on a hot Sunday afternoon and was met face-to-face with a real, live Scotsman. Red hair and all. “Dhugal” meaning fair and dark (wrap your mind around that one, I triple dog dare ya!) and Meachem meaning “butcher,” or something to do with meat if my memory serves me correctly.

Anyhoo.

This “fair, dark stranger” was so incredibly warm and friendly; I found it didn’t take more than a minute before I’d left all the worries and stresses associated with Hong Kong Island behind and found myself just being in the moment with my new friend walking from the pier to his minimalistic, modest corner yoga studio called Pause Mui Wo. (It must be noted that my favourite part of the space was the French-inspired Vietnamese cement tiling in the bathroom, a gorgeous, refreshing blue and white pattern that added just the right amount of subtle flavour to an otherwise bare space…)

Of all the yogi clients I’ve had so far, Dhugal knew exactly what he wanted (from shots 1 to 5) which made my job that much easier. Click, click, click, click, click later, we were joined by his lovely wife, Joséphine and two children, Ava and Oren, and an impromptu family yoga shoot broke out.

I’m going to let the photos speak for themselves. Such a wonderful chunk of my Sunday afternoon spent with the Meachems. What do the yogis say? “365 Grateful?” I really do get to meet genuinely NICE and GROUNDED people doing what I do.

Tallyho, then!