Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Running under police escort.
This morning I went jogging on the beach, as I do so often.
There are two possibilities: if I go to the left, I can run for about 3 km on the promenade along the sea. Nice but rather hard on the stones. If I go to the right, there is first a slight slope and then I can run for approx 500 m. on a pathway. Nice views and much better for my legs. But unfortunately not so far.
This morning I went to the right: I had some acceleration excercises to do and I prefer doing them on the softer earth way.
During the warming up I had seen them again: those 10 tough guys that go running every morning at 6:45h. The run faster than me, but never go so far as I do. And they always run the direction of Sveti Stefan, the paved promenade. I thought it was a football team or similar.
I had been running for a while when suddenly one comes in my direction. Good looking. But this is clearly not the way home.
“Hi, how are you.”
”Yes, wat do I say? “All OK. Also running…”
”Nice to meet you, my name is Igor. And what is your name.”
”Nice to meet you Igor, my name is Ilse.”
”How long are you here?” So he noticed me also the previous days…
"I came here one month ago and will stay till the end of October.”
”Ooooh. Good, good, October. What are you doing here?”
”I work in the SENTIDO Tara hotel. And you?”
”Me, I am a policeman. Later on we go diving. I stay in the Belgrade hotel. “
”Oh, can you take me out for diving then? “
”Oh no, I am sorry: that is not allowed. Can you dive?”
”Yes I can, but I am not a professional like you. Just for pleasure.”
En than of course follow the classical questions: “Are you alone here?”
I have to answer with a white lie. It gets a bit silent..
Suddenly he asks: “How long do you go on running?”
I know I have to accelerate for two more times (training program in the mp3-player). And then cooling down .
“Approx 15 minutes. And now I have to accelerate.”
And as an arrow from a bow I shoot of. For 30 seconds, then I slow down again.
He keeps up with me: “Hmm, I will be late.”
”Ok, I think you have to go now. See you later, down at the diving base.”
And he left. Disappointed? I don’t know. He waved at my when I passed the diving base.
Tomorrow those men go home. It’ a pity, running under police escort is nice.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Montenegro
It's still fun ..
It is 2 weeks now that I am in Montenegro. And it remains a positive experience, even today, although it is, cloudy and rainy.My first fear that the Montenegrins would be like the Russian tourists, stiff and rough, was quickly negated by their friendliness and hospitality.Remains the second question of course: will they accept me here? And even that ... Meanwhile almost everyone knows that I am not a tourist and that I stay longer than 14 days. And they start to know me. Although I can not speak with him, the handyman waves me from afar in the morning. My maid is happy that she needs to clean my room only every 2 days, though she still gets some tips. The IT manager understands that the Internet is important for me. The F & B manager has found a buddy for making jokes. And even the front office lady, who received me with suspicion because she feared for her position, gives me some compliments now and then. The Saga tour guide and the bell-boy are constantly giving me tips for my daily newsletter. And the best of all, the bar waiters at the pool bar start making a delicious espresso for me as soon as they see me coming: warm cup, half full, nice layer of foam on top.Work can be great huh
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