Every time I go for a run it's like running the gauntlet. It's always an obstacle course. Obstacles include: dogs, potholes, traffic, exhaust, smoke from burning leaves or trash, dog turds.
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Garbage from stray dogs |
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Stray dogs |
When I lived downtown I was forced to run at 4 am because running during the day when traffic is flowing is impossibly dangerous. Even though I live in the country I still run at 4 am sometimes. If I run in the afternoon I can run through the sugarcane fields which is a lot more pleasant than running through a squatters village or on the highway. The most dangerous thing about running through the fields is that the trails are not well kept and one misstep gets a rock through your sole.
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Sugarcane fields |
A few months ago some neighbourhood had a fiesta going very loud. I couldn't tell exactly the source but I had a general idea. In the morning I woke at 4:30 as usual and I could still hear the distant boom-boom-boom of the fiesta. So I decided I would find the party.
I ran off toward the squatter village I thought it was coming from but there was nothing. Making my way through the village and into the open sugarcane fields I still heard nothing. But then I heard it. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM.
So I rushed across the newly plowed field and towards the sound which I now knew was coming from a different squatter village, one I am familiar with and run through regularly.
After crossing a muddy creek, cutting across private property, running a gauntlet of dogs, and then turning the corner I found the fiesta. It was at a basketball court. The entire court was surrounded by an impromptu fence of corrugated roof metal and netting. I ran around the court banging on the metal and finally made my way into the fiesta.
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This is how the basketball court normally looks |
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They had speakers like these set up |
There were two guys asleep at the control board so I reached around them and turned the volume down. Then I ran back out. People were staring at me and I shouted that it was loud and I could not sleep, thanks. For a moment I thought someone might be inclined towards violence and follow me but no one did and I did not hear the volume increase.
The way back home was the usual gauntlet of dogs, burning trash, and vehicle exhaust. It's really not pleasant to be out for a run and then come across a large cloud of smoke. Not pleasant at all.
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Typical smokey leaf pile polluting the air |
This is not the first time I have confronted loud noise and physically turned down the volume. The very first time was during an election when someone parked a jeepney outside and walked away with the volume going full blast with an election song. I walked right over and turned the volume off. No one said a thing and no one turned the volume back up. I have also been to the church (they meet at a basketball court and not in a cathedral) in the next village over and turned the volume down a few times. They play the sound of bells for 3 hours over a large loudspeaker which can be heard for miles around.
Confronting people, especially drunk people, about their noisy fiestas is a little unnerving and I always expect violence though none has happened. I would not recommend shutting down a party. But I would do it again personally.