Whenever I visited an island
republic, I would usually take a stroll to the market at 5.00am and then walk
along the beach. I would watch fish-mongers, butchers, vegetable-sellers and food
hawkers set up their stalls at the market. I would have breakfast at one of the
food stalls and then leave for the beach.
One day, as I was walking a couple
of kilometres by the beach, a passer-by said to me, "Easy!"
I was puzzled and asked in
return, "Easy?"
He replied, "Yes - easy
life!"
That stranger must have heard me
humming or singing to myself. I felt safe and easy walking around this island city,
unlike back in my home city, where I was king-hit with a crash helmet by a
pillion-rider about 50 metres from home last year. Deeply traumatized by that
unfortunate encounter I now fear walking just outside my house, let alone around
the city.
ltbs
Walking
is the best possible exercise.
Thomas Jefferson
