Running at the Riviera

I have found my daily morning routine, although its only my second time..

First I get out of my hotel and into the heavy morning traffic. Luckily I wear a yellow visible t-shirt when I buzz through the traffic like wasp. The technique to get some good morning exercise is to have fun and not getting killed in the traffic so do like Han Solo in Star Wars when in a meteor Storm, he is concentrated and believe in his so called luck. If I got hit by one of the monster cars I would literary be a scattered insect on the front shield. However, after this mild focused adrenaline beginning of the the jog I get to Rauche, the Rivera..

My plus goes in to a steady paste while running besides the waves. Since its Friday today, the Minaret echoed its long call to prayer. Together with the sound of the waves and the distorted loudspeaker it makes a harmonious song to jog to.

I run by elderly men who stand at the rail with their fishing rods. I haven't seen one capture anything yet, but I enjoy the sweet smell of their Turkish coffee while passing them. I run and look at the young students for the nearby American university and smile to the girls while gearing up in speed, not knowing if its to impress them or because I get shy of my flirtatious run..

Its a good way to start the day, if not the best.