Most mornings I go out at about 6.30 to get some exercise (usually jog but this morning all I could muster was a brisk walk). My favoured approach of ‘incidental exercise’ (i.e. walking to work and taking the stairs) doesn’t really work here in the land of chauffeur-driven cars and sexual harassment from boys on motorbikes so I have to make exercise happen….early in the morning.
I go out early because by 7am there are lots of cars, motorbikes and people around, which means two things:
- I could get hit by a moving vehicle
- I get stared at because a sleepy white person running around in trackies and listening to an ipod is just plain weird
- The sun is just rising, so it’s not dark anymore, but the light is super creepy.
- It’s quiet, which is just impossible to believe at any other time of day or night.
- There are so few people around we all say hello to each other and pretend we live in a less densely populated country where everybody knows everybody.
- There are few enough cars and motorbikes on the road that you can actually look away from oncoming traffic long enough to notice the mountains surrounding the city.
- The cows. They take over the streets at that time of the morning and I have to get way closer to big bulls than I am comfortable with. To be totally honest and share my fears, even the regular sized cows are pretty scary.
Then her dad came out of the house and saw this foreigner girl harassing his baby and making her cry. I new it was futile trying to explain that I was only a secondary cause of crying (the first cause still unknown), so I just ran away.