February 25, 2015
I’m feeling a bit better about my Tunis marathon a couple of weeks ago when the weather was much better than it is this week. It rains buckets all day and clears up at night when I go out running. When it’s not raining, it’s very windy. That might be why I’m the only one in the hotel, I think.
Waiting until night to run isn’t so bad, even though I’m a bit worried about the characters I might run past. It turns out to be mostly cats, with a few people who talk to me in French as I ignore them.
Tonight I’d run a loop through the Sidi Bou Saïd by taking the brick road down the hill then run up the road along the park like I did a couple of days ago.
On the first part of the run, it’s mostly me trying not to fall on my ass by slipping on the smooth pavé slick with rain. That’s okay; I don’t feel like hard running because I still have some shin pain from all that concrete running in Punta Arenas.
Throughout this neighborhood there’s a wonderful mix of lights.
And cats, some of whom are friendly.
At the bottom of the hill is the park for the horny cats who were literally caterwauling. They didn’t pay much attention to me as they were getting busy.
At the bottom of the hill I went by the mosque and ran back up the hill on the other side. Last time I had some guards yell at me for taking a picture. As I ran by them this time, they blew some whistles. Again, I didn’t know if they were complaining about me so I kept running without reacting. If I heard them run up on me, I’d stop, but otherwise I’d just keep going. I was thinking that at that range, they’d probably miss if they tried to shoot. I speak from experience; it’s dark and I’m moving uphill and there’s more not-me to hit than me. I would be more worried about ricochets hitting me in the calf. I wasn’t wearing adventure scarf, so I wasn’t bulletproof at the moment. But, there’s another thing I know; the guys with the submachine guns probably are afraid to fire them. IF they have pistols they would more likely be someone who is allowed to exercise initiative.
And, just up the road is the residence for the European Union presence. I stopped a moment to look at their nameplate, noticing big holes in their security camera coverage. Not that I want to jump over their wall.
Later, I walked much of the route to get to the Fatburger that we kept passing during the marathon and to which I wished I could buy some food. Now that’s off my to do list.