Friday, February 26, 2010

…Of prostitutes and runners Friday 26Feb, 00.03 a.m.

…Of prostitutes and runners
(Friday 26Feb, 00.03 a.m.)

(Where am I now: Lying in my bed in Geneva.

What am I listening to: Self Control” Laura Branigan)

Thank you.

Thank you for the first kind words and feedback on yesterday’s long-due post on Kostas Around The World. It’s wonderful to see people actually reading the stuff I write…

As I move closer to the big trip (it’s still 2 months away) I’ve decided to write a few things about Geneva daily life and the other traveling I will be doing in the next couple of month to Turkey, Sweden, Greece and who knows where else…

I woke up this morning quite early. Well technically to wake up you need to be asleep so I guess it doesn’t qualify as such since I woke up at 4 a.m and was unable to go back to sleep. I think buying a ticket to a place 12 time zones away already gave me the feeling of jet-lag. I decided to watch a film from my little laptop – yes, my trusted friend from my previous trip is still around and working and getting ready to join me in the next big adventure. As I was about to fall asleep again around 5 am I received 3 calls the one after the other from a Geneva number I did not know. The guy didn’t talk the first two times and the third when I actually shouted at him he said ah sorry, wrong number. Well idiot, let me tell you something, no matter how many times you try, I’ll still be the person that will be picking up the damn phone. It doesn’t change. It's my damn number, “Madness is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result” used to say my friend Albert (Einstein).

It doesn’t end there: an hour later at 6am, while I was slowly falling back asleep I get another call from the same number- this time I am gonna scream, I thought to myself-and it's a woman voice on the phone telling me in French in a shitty Portuguese/Spanish accent: “Sorry, my husband made a mistake before, I am sorry to have woken you up” Well, GUESS WHAT? You just did. AGAIN! Who the hell calls you to say they are sorry to have woken you up by waking you up again!?!?!

I fell asleep at 06.30 only to be woken up at 06.50 from my alarm…And this where the first part of the title comes in: I had arranged with Niko to go out and run this morning. I don’t know what masochistic idea got into me but after all this non-sleep this was one of the toughest runs to get started. Did I tell you it was me running towards the lake, only to be escorted by garbage trucks and looked upon by the prostitutes in my neighborhood – who is looking for a “trick” at 7am on a Thursday morning?! Apparently no one because they were all out…looking at me run in my shorts and gloves and bonnet in the freezing cold dark night. Light was just starting to break out…Welcome to Geneva...!

Our runs usually lasts about 50 minutes and we cover about 8-9km, a decent distance to build up some cardio and sweat. Why? Why on Earth do you have to wake up to run in the freezing cold? I hate gyms, I never enjoyed the confined feeling the give you and despite the fact that one can really exercise much easier and more effectively in one of them, especially if it's bad (Geneva) weather, for me it has always been about running outdoors. It started more than 4 years ago when I decided to run a marathon before I turned 30 years old and it has gone on like that since then. I think one of the biggest appeals of Geneva for me is that you can enjoy an unobstructed, safe running route around the lake without worrying about cars running you over and motorcycles blocking your way: Pedestrians and runners, RULE!

The scenery is quite rewarding at that time of day: Magic colours and light transforming from the dark blues and purples to the light greys and violet sunrise colours, birds flocking over the lake and the swans and ducks with their heads folded in their sides slowly stretching out. Just like them, the city was slowly waking up and turning into a bustling living creature, with its commuters and traffic – undaunted we ran on the pavement on the side of the road that circles the lake looking at the people in the cars, talking on their phones, putting lipstick using the rear view mirror, lip-synching to a radio song…

My favourite part is coming back, running over Mont-Blanc bridge, the last stretch before I turn and sprint to “my side” of the city where I stop to stretch and catch my breath…

I walk back the remaining 500-800 meters to get to my place cutting through the “red light” district and the sex-shops, surprisingly active even for a Thursday morning…It’s strange with the prostitutes, each of them carrying her own story, all different shapes and colors (even genders some might argue...!) they all react the same way when I fast-pace next to them: “Come, hey, hello” whatever, even if I politely decline and speed-up next to them slightly embarrassed.

But today was special. The new girl on the block, a surprisingly young and beautiful African girl, seeing me wearing my gloves, cap and running shorts in the cold, red cheeks from running and the temperature differnece, shouted from the other side of the street: “Viens cherie, je vais te rechauffer” (come darling and I’ll heat you up)

Lowering my gaze out of embarrassment, slightly amused, music in my ears and with a big smile on my face, I got home and hit the shower to get ready for work…

The city was waking up…Goodmorning.

PS: Obviously the pictures here were not take by me - so all the rights go to the respective photographers - however these images are something you would see if you ran with me through the lovely district of Paquis...!

Local Laundromat (with non-runner waiting for his clothes)

Shopping facilities...

Colours at the time of the run

My favorite: The photographer named it: "Rencontre" (Encounter)

1 comment:

Georgios Teriakidis said...


I am glad to see you write again...something which i hope you have understood fits you like a glove and should explore more....but thats a nother story (will tell you all about it from close up and personal!!!).

Wait to hear (read) more of your stuff and see more photos....The photos of Paquis (sorry if i spelled it worngly) look like Lomo by the way...Maybe you should pick up an old habit (photography) once again ??? you dont have a huge packback to restrict your weight by the way....

Na sai kala RE !!!